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storiesforallfandoms · 7 months ago

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shared trauma ~ logan howlett; marvel

word count: 3466

request?: no

description: in which she sneaks away to help them return home, and ends up bonding with the brute with knives in his hands

pairing: logan howlett x female!reader

warnings: swearing, some deadpool & wolverine spoilers, trauma bonding, wade wilson being wade wilson, a good ending

masterlist (one, two, three)

Getting out of Cassandra's compound wasn't as hard as the Others thought. Not when you shut up and played by her rules. She trusted everyone who worked under her enough to let us come and go as we pleased, mainly because she knew we were scared enough of Alioth to come back and be under her control.

The Others also weren't as hidden as they thought. At least, not from me. Lucky for them, I was the only telepath in Cassandra's army, because Johnny's mind gave away everything about the Others without even knowing I could hear him.

When it got dark and mostly everyone had turned in, I snuck out of the compound. I could see the hiding place of the Others in my head, and I knew it would take me a long time to get there on foot, but I needed to get there. There was something about these variants - this Deadpool and this Wolverine - that was different. They may be the key to my freedom from Cassandra. Maybe to all of our freedoms.

I travelled for so long that my legs burned and I felt like I was going to pass out, but I got there. Immediately I was hit with the sounds of several brains, all thinking about a plan to take down Cassandra. All except one, but it was hard to make out what was going on in that head over the wounds of everyone else. I pushed into the place, a silence falling over the room as they heard me enter. I winced with every step I took down the stairs. When I appeared in the doorway, I was greeted by a barrage of weapons.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed, putting my hands up.

"You're one of hers," Blade stated.

"I came alone," I insisted. "I...technically snuck out."

"How did you find us?" Elektra asked.

"Let's just say Johnny Storm's mind was just as loud as his mouth. Look, I'm not here to hurt you guys. I'm here because I think those two - " I nodded to Deadpool and Wolverine " - may be who we need to take Cassandra down."

"And why would you want to take down Cassandra?" Blade questioned. "She's your leader."

"Not by choice. I followed her because I knew it meant survival. But I'm telling you, I see something with those two. I'm clairvoyant as well as a telepath, and when those variants were with Cassandra I could see a fight that ended with her downfall."

The group shared a look. Well, all besides the Wolverine, who was halfway through a bottle of whiskey. He seemed to be ignoring everything going on. I realized his mind was the one I couldn't hear. It was almost like he was trying to block out any thoughts. Not because of me, but because he didn't want to have to think those things.

"We could use a clairvoyant," Elektra pointed out.

"This reading you got form us," Deadpool said. "Did you see all of us winning?"

I shook my head. "It doesn't work like that. Some scenarios aren't definitive, and some are. I saw that we'd fight her, but after that there's a number of different ways it could go. All I saw for sure was that Cassandra was taken down and everyone in the Void was finally free from her reign."

"Sounds like a shit power," Wolverine muttered.

"She could tell us how to avoid the bad paths," Elektra said.

My legs were starting to ache in a way I couldn't handle for much longer. "Can you guys make a decision soon? I walked all the way here and my legs feel like they're about to snap off."

The group, minus Wolverine, shared another look before X-23 - Laura - nodded and said, "We'll give you a bed. Once you're rested, we'll come up with a plan."

~~~~~~

I laid awake that night while everyone else was asleep. We had come up with a plan to attack Cassandra's compound, one that should be mostly successful for everyone if the input from my visions helped at all. Everyone else had gone to bed with hope of a successful mission at sunrise, but I was wide awake with thoughts of going against Cassandra. Unlike everyone else, I had been part of Cassandra's team for a very long time. I had seen the things she did to people who opposed her. Despite the fact that my visions should give us a leg up in this fight, I was still scared of the consequences if we lost.

There was a stir in the air that told me someone was awake. I heard movement and the sound of a glass bottle being picked up. Logan didn't notice as I rolled over to face him. He was already walking up the steps and out of the hideout. It took me all of ten seconds to decide to follow him. This Wolverine may have been a grumpy Gus, but trying to speak with him would be way better than laying in the silent room struggling to sleep.

I followed him into the woods, where he had already started a small fire. He was sat next to it, hunched over with a bottle of Gambit's whiskey. I was shocked there was any whiskey left at this point, but who was I to judge someone else's coping mechanism.

His back straightened when he heard me approaching. "I don't want company."

"Good thing I'm not here to keep you company," I said, sitting next to him but keeping enough space between us. "I'm here to see if you'll share the liquor you're stealing."

To my surprise, he willingly gave me the bottle without hesitation. I took a big mouthful, which proved to be a bad idea when the harsh liquid burned my throat. I winced at the burn and gagged once I had it swallowed. Logan let out a low chuckle. "Not your usual drink of choice, huh?"

"Actually, I've never drank," I responded, passing the bottle back to him. "I was pruned before I was legal drinking age, and Cassandra doesn't have alcohol at her base."

"You nervous to fight your boss tomorrow?"

"She's not my boss. I'm not part of her team by choice. I already said that. You saw Alioth, you saw what he can do. I was young, I was scared, and she promised to keep me safe."

There was a pause. I wouldn't look at him. I knew coming here was a risk. I knew they wouldn't completely trust me. I just wished they would understand I only sided with Cassandra to stay safe and alive.

Logan broke the silence when he asked, "How young?"

"What?"

"You said you were young, below the legal drinking age. How young?"

"I was a teenager," I responded. "Mid-teens, I think."

"What does a teenager do to get themselves sent to this hell hole?"

I shifted in my seat. No one had ever asked me my backstory before, so I never had to reveal what I was most ashamed to admit. "Do you have Hydra in your universe?"

He nodded. I sighed and said, "My parents...they worked for Hydra. They...they let those Hydra scientists experiment on me. Trying to recreate something as powerful as the serum that created Captain America. Except, instead of making me super strong, it gave me the ability to read minds and see the future. Weirdly enough, the TVA doesn't like anyone that can change the future."

"They didn't get you to join them? Seems like your powers would've been perfect for a time variance agency."

I chuckled humorlessly. "That's not how the TVA works."

"You were a kid."

"That's not how the TVA works."

When he didn't respond, I found myself becoming aware of the silence. Like, of the actual silence. I couldn't hear a single thing Logan was thinking. No one could truly block me out. At least, no one I had met. Not even Cassandra could keep me out completely. I looked over at Logan, trying to focus on him, but still I couldn't hear anything.

"I don't like people poking around in my brain, bub."

I smiled a little. "I can't help it usually, but your brain is weirdly silent. No thoughts, Wolvie?"

"They're none of your business."

I left it at that. Despite my abilities, I wasn't one to pry into other people's thoughts. I heard things by accident, but I wasn't searching through people's heads for their trauma. Actually, it was nice to not have Logan's voice in my head. It was true silence that I had not had in years.

"Are you really not coming with us?" I asked him.

"I'm not a hero," he responded.

"You sure about that?" I eyed his yellow suit. "It's not about being a hero, though. It's about going home."

"There is no home for me to go back to."

His mental walls cracked for just a moment then. I could hear something coming from his mind; the faint calling of his name. No, not calling. Screaming. It was multiple voices, but it was just a faint whisper to me. At the same time, an image came through in his mind. It was a woman with red hair and brown eyes. We didn't have any variants of her come through the Void before, but I had recognized her from the minds of other X-Men who I had crossed paths with: Jean Grey.

Just as quickly as those thoughts slipped out, Logan managed to pull them back in. I wasn't sure if he was hiding them from me or from himself, but either way they were gone. I could tell from the look on his face that he knew I had heard something, and he was not very happy that I had.

"You don't have to tell me," I said, my voice soft. "Or...or show me. But whatever it is going on that has you like this, I'm sorry it happened."

His face was hard as stone, but I could see in his eyes that there was a flux of emotions.

"I lost people," he admitted. "Everyone I loved in my universe. It was my fault and...I just couldn't live with that. I did things...things I regret. Things that could never bring those people back."

"You could be reunited with them in another universe."

He shook his head. "It won't be the same. Every other universe already has a Wolverine. The only one that doesn't is the Mouth's, and that's because he died. I couldn't go back there and put them through seeing me and opening up old wounds. Besides, I don't think I could see them again either. Too much guilt."

I could see Jean's face again, just for a moment, before she was gone again. I could feel Logan's grief; his guilt. The more he opened up, the more his mind became easier to read.

I moved closer to him. Not by much, just an inch to test the waters. When he didn't react, I moved closer again until the space between us was almost completely closed. He looked up at me, but for once he didn't have that scowl on his face. He looked curious by my actions more than anything. I didn't try to push his boundaries any further than just being close to him.

"Good people do bad things sometimes," I told him. "It doesn't make you a bad person."

"I'm no hero, kid," he pointed out.

I shrugged. "Neither am I. None of us are here. But that doesn't mean you can't become a hero."

I wasn't sure if it was the whiskey, the fire, or just how close I was to Logan, but I felt a rush of heat washing over my body. I knew I was definitely feel the effects of the alcohol because I was swaying involuntarily. I started to lean in closer to him, but tried to stop myself as best I could. He seemed amused by it, at least, which made me smile more.

I let out a yawn and stood. I stumbled a little, causing Logan to reach out for me to steady me.

"Are you gonna be able to get back on your own?" he asked.

"I think so, but if you see me passed out along the way do me a favor and carry me back," I said. He chuckled and I tried not to beam too much about it.

I started to walk away, or more like stumble I guess, when Logan called, "Did you see me there tomorrow? In your visions?"

I turned back to him and responded, "Maybe. You'll figure that out tomorrow."

~~~~~~

Good news is, the battle at Cassandra's hideout went well. We took down every one of her cronies, and when Cassandra had left with the army of Deadpools to go to Deadpool-10005's universe, we commandeered her place to keep us safe from Alioth.

Bad news is, Wolverine and Deadpool got out, but the rest of us didn't.

No one really seemed upset over that fact. I mean, besides Laura, who was already missing the variant of Logan ("He may not have been my dad, but he was a version of dad," she had said when she realized he had left without her). Blade, Elektra, and Gambit were more proud of themselves for saving the day, even if it meant not going back to their own realities. I guess I was happy to no longer be under Cassandra's control, too, but I found myself wishing I could've left this place too.

And I found myself dreaming about Logan.

Well, partially dreaming. Some of them were visions.

It's not hard to differentiate between dreams and visions. I don't often get visions when I sleep, but when I do I can feel that they're visions. It's hard to explain other than that. Some nights I found myself dreaming of us by the fire again, except this time I allowed myself to get close enough to Logan to touch him. It very rarely went further than my shoulder against his, sometimes my head against his shoulder. But the visions I had were us together in an apartment I didn't recognize. At first they were all the same - me, Logan, and Wade living domestically in some apartment in New York. Laura was there once too, but only one time.

But then once the vision ended with Logan's arm around my waist and his lips against my forehead. I had woken up with a start before anything else happened.

It was the only vision that showed me with him romantically, but I knew deep down inside of me that that's what I wanted. I mean, Logan is an attractive man. No one could deny that. I may have only known one version of him briefly, but still it was enough to leave me longing for his presence again.

It was just another new normal day in the compound previously owned by Cassandra - I was in my own room reading one of the few books Cassandra had somehow found and kept - when an orange door shaped portal opened. I recognized it as a TVA portal. I sat up quickly, my guard high as I waited for a TVA agent to walk through.

But it wasn't an agent.

It was Logan.

"Come on, kid," he told me. "I'm taking you home."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I was up off my bed and through the portal. I expected to be brought to the TVA first, but I was surprised to find myself in a small apartment.

The apartment from my visions.

I looked around, taking in every detail of the place that I had already seen in my head before. Everything was there, from the pictures to the crude drawings Wade had stuck to the fridge, to the mattress in the middle of the living room where Logan slept. Everything from my visions.

"This..." I said, but paused before I finished the sentence. Did I tell him I had been seeing this place? Did I tell him that I had been seeing us?

When I didn't say anything further, Logan said, "I know it's not your home. But...I wasn't sure if you'd want to go back there."

"I don't," I said quickly. And it was true, I never wanted to go back there. After what my parents had done to me, it was almost a blessing to be sent to the Void. Besides being forced to do Cassandra's bidding.

Logan nodded. "Okay. So...well...welcome. You can stay here as long as you want. It'll take some time to get used to actual society again, I'd assume. The Mouth lives here too - "

As if on cue, the front door opened and there stood Wade, being followed by the mut I once knew as Dogpool.

"Ah! You got the girl!" he said, ushering the dog into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind him. "Finally, he can shut up about seeing you again."

Logan's face turned a shade of red I never expected to see from The Wolverine. "Wade, shut the fuck up."

"What? I'm just saying you've been brooding around this place for ages because we had to leave her behind. You finally have her back. Oh, and Laura! You guys can be one big, happy, fucked up family."

I looked over at Logan. "Laura's here?"

"Not staying with us, but she is in this universe," Logan said. "The TVA agreed to let us save you guys from the Void. Gambit, Elektra, and Blade are all gone back to their own universes now."

"Hopefully one where Gambit can find a better dialect coach," Wade added. "And you get to stay here with us! Isn't that just great? You get to share a bed with Wolvie."

"Only if you're comfortable with that," Logan quickly added, shooting another glare at Wade.

"Of course she'll be fine with that. Better than sharing a bed with Blind Al. Actually, can we switch? I'd much rather cuddle up to the greatest showman."

Logan raised a fist to Wade and unsheathed his claws. It was enough for Wade to finally stop running his mouth and scurry off to his room, the dog following closely behind him. Logan pulled his claws back in and let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry, I know this is a lot to take in at once," he said. "It's a lot of explaining."

"I can figure it out, I'm sure," I said. "Thank you for saving me."

"I should be thanking you."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I didn't do anything."

"After our talk by the fire, I realized you were right. I was letting the shit I did get to me for too long. I forgot who I was, or who Charles wanted me to be. I just needed a little push from a different mind reader."

I smiled at him. "You just needed someone to tell you you're not a bad person. It's insane to me that no one had done that before I did. Just cause you did bad things didn't mean you were ever a bad person."

There was a pause, then suddenly I was being pulled towards him. Before my mind could comprehend what was happening, Logan's lips were against mine. His hands were holding my face, holding me to him. It took my brain a few seconds to register what was going on before my hands were reaching for his shirt, holding him as well.

Our moment was swiftly interrupted by a familiar merc exclaiming, "Finally!"

Logan pulled away from me to glare at Wade over my shoulder. I heard the bedroom door slam shut again.

He looked down at me. "I'm sorry that you will have to put up with that."

I giggled. "I guess it's a small price to pay if it means I get to kiss you more."

His smile was so beautiful. It really brightened his face after all the brooding and scowling I had seen him doing before. "I'll kiss you as much as you want, bub. Just gotta make sure Wade is locked away in his room if you want it to be any more than kissing."

"Awe, no fair!" came Wade's voice.

Logan and I shared a look before Logan said, "Maybe we start looking for an apartment of our own."

The suggestion caused my mind to fill with another vision: Logan and I in a small place similar to this one, but one that was just our own. The two of us tangled in sheets, completely naked, with the glow of the sunrise spiling through the blinds onto us.

I smiled, both at the vision and at Logan. "I would love that."

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 months ago

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Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 58

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,000ish

Summary: Wade begins to take matters into his own hands.

Warning(s): My poor attempt at Deadpool jokes.

Notes: I know I said Jan. 19th. But I can't sleep. Please share reactions!

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When Laura came home in the morning, she found Logan asleep against the apartment door. Curious, she kicked his foot, making Logan jump awake. He looked up to see her staring down at him. Logan scrambled to his feet.

“What are you doing out here?” Laura wondered, skeptical.

“I, uh… your mom… well,” he stammered, struggling to know where to start. Laura raised an eyebrow at Logan, who sighed. “Your mom came home and her hands were burnt.”

“What?”

“She wouldn’t let me help her. She kicked me out, but not before her powers flared up. I’ve been out here all night.”

“You should have called me.” Laura pushed Logan aside to get to the door.

“Your mom would have been even angrier at me.”

“Don’t care. She’s my mom and she’s—“ Laura’s shoulders fell. What were you? Sick? Dying? Both? “Next time I need you to call me.”

“Okay… I’m sorry, Laura. I don’t mean to make things worse.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you need to step away for a few days. Let me handle it.”

“You don’t have to handle things alone. Neither of you.”

“I’ll let you know if we need anything.” Then Laura slipped inside before Logan could say anything more.

Laura’s eyes scanned the dark apartment. You weren’t anywhere to be found in the living areas. She kicked off her shoes and headed further into the apartment. She peeked in the bathroom and her room before finding you curled up on the bed in your room. You were still in your clothes from the day before, back facing the open door. Laura quietly set her backpack down before going over and crawling behind you on the bed.

“Laura?” You rasped, turning around.

“Hey, mom,” she whispered. Her eyes scanned your burned face from the tears before falling to your wrapped hands. “Are you okay? I heard something happened.”

“Did Logan call you?”

“No, but I wish he did. I found him sleeping outside the door… What happened?”

“It was nothing… It was stupid… and I shouldn’t have yelled at Logan the way I did… It’s just… There’s been moments were I forget that he’s not my Logan… my James… and then when it comes rushing back… it hurts.”

Laura nodded. “I know. It’s hard for me too… But, mom, what happened with your hands?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“But you’re not.”

“I have to be… I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, you’re my mom.”

“Yes, but about about Wade and Logan? They don’t need to be burdened by me.”

Laura scoffed. “Wade just feels blessed to be in your presence. You are his favorite superhero. And Logan… I think he’s just trying to do better than he was before… Letting them—us—help you is not being a burden. It’s showing strength in a different way… Just think about it.”

You smiled at Laura. “How did I get so lucky to have a daughter like you?” You leaned over and kissed her head. “Is Logan still out there?”

“I don’t know, but probably.”

“I know I should apologize, but I’m not ready… We both owe each other explanations.”

“I’m on your side, no matter what.”

“Thanks, kiddo.”

~~~

Logan was clearly tense as he entered his shared apartment. Wade was at their table, messily eating a bowl of cereal.

“Well, hello, Peanut!” Wade greeted, mouth full of food. “Have a fun night?”

Logan grunted, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer.

“It’s a bit early for beer, isn't it?” Wade questioned. Logan didn’t respond, lifting the drink up to his lips and drinking it all in one go. “Woah there, Peanut. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Logan grumbled. “Just screwing up everything like usual.”

“Oh, drama! Spill the tea.”

“The fuck?”

“It means tell me all the juicy gossip! Wow, that was either your age showing or your universe was very different in it’s lingo than this one.”

“Fuck you.” Then Logan headed to his room and slammed the door.

“You two better not be having sex out there!” Althea shouted. “I don’t want to here any of it!”

~~~

You avoided Logan for the next few days. It wasn’t like Logan didn’t try to get to you, but you actively ignored him and Laura acted like your own personal bodyguard. Logan eventually started pulling away, but not completely. He lingered out of the corner of your eye in the shadows, always concerned, always there.

Wade immediately noticed that something was wrong between his best friends and he wasn’t having it.

“Good morning, Peanut!” Wade sauntered out into his apartment kitchen, where Logan was sitting at the table, an unlit cigar between his lips. “Need help lighting that? I know a beautiful firestarter next door that—“

“No,” Logan interrupted, voice firm and final.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t—“

“You know that she can’t use her powers. Don’t offer them up like their yours.”

Wade put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just trying to help you out there, Peanut. You’ve been moping around here for days when you’re not off fixing cars. I’m just trying to be your bestest friend.” He plopped down in the chair across from Logan. “So talk to me, Peanut. I’m all ears.”

Logan scoffed, pulling the cigar from his mouth and rolling it between his fingers. A lot was weighing on Logan’s mind. He understood that Wade was trying, which was a lot for the loud mouth, but he wasn’t ready to talk about it all. Before Wade could say anything to push Logan further, Logan heard the sound of your apartment door shutting. He got off the chair and took large strides over to the door, using the peep hole to look out in the hallway.

You and Laura were in the hallway, looking like you may be heading to run errands. His eyes looked for your hands. He sighed when he noticed the compression gloves.

“”m goin’ to work,” Logan mumbled, before opening the door and stepping out in the hall.

You and Laura immediately looked over at Logan. The three of you standing there, frozen. Wade peeked his head out, taking in the sight. He whistled.

“Well, the tension out here is thick,” Wade commented. “Maybe my Peanut Buttercup should just go and fuck it out—“

“Wade!” Logan snarled.

“Do you guys need anything at the store?” Laura asked.

“Oh, yes!” Wade responded. “Some more Lucky Charms and condoms and—“

You couldn’t help but laugh at Wade. “Just text us your list Wade,” you told him. “We’ll be happy to pick it up.”

“Do you two, uh, do you need any help?” Logan asked.

“We’re good,” Laura stated. “Thanks.” She looped her arm through yours and began pulling you away. “Let’s go, mom.”

Logan watched as Laura pulled you away. Wade watched, eyes flickering from Logan to you and Laura before going back to Logan.

“Maybe you should chase after her, Prince Charming,” Wade whispered, nudging Logan with his elbow.

“Fuck off,” Logan retorted. “I’m goin’ to work. Don’t wait up for me.”

~~~

Wade found himself at your bar near closing time.

“Hey, Buttercup!” He greeted, slipping into one of the bar stools.

“Wade,” you replied with a smile as you wiped down the bar. “We close in five minutes.”

“I know. Came to walk you home.”

“Really?”

“And maybe figure out why you and Little Wolf are shutting out Wolvie.”

You sighed. “Wade… Now is not the time.”

“Oh, I know. Which is why I’m walking you home. And don’t you think you can get rid of me. Ain’t that easy, baby.”

~~~

Closing up the bar was quicker tonight, much to your dismay. Wade stuck around like he had told you and even tried his hand at helping, though he wasn’t very helpful. Before you knew it, the two of you were walking home. Wade immediately noticed how tense you were, like you were trying to make yourself smaller. Something was wrong and before he could get to the bottom of it, a man stumbled into view from the alley. The strong stench of alcohol wafted off of him.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” the man slurred. “Been a few days… You owe me a new jacket. You burned the last one.” He reached for you.

Wade quickly grabbed the man’s wrist. “I wouldn’t touch her if I were you, asshole,” his voice was threatening.

“She owes me a new jacket or a really good blowjob. I was just trying to be nice to the pretty lady.”

“Okay,” Wade whipped out a small knife and held it to the man’s throat.”

“Wade, don’t!” You said.

“Oh, Baby Knife and I will if this man ever tries to get his grubby hands on you again.” He shoved the man back towards the alley. “Now go wet your whistle in one of the drain pipes back there and never get near my Buttercup again.”

The man stumbled back into the darkness. Wade spun around to face you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you muttered, continuing the path back to the apartments.

“No biggie,” Wade waved off. “Big Brother Deadpool is always up for some protecting.”

“I could have handled it.”

“Didn’t need to.”

“But I could have.”

Your insistence caught Wade’s attention. “It’s an honor to protect my favorite hear.” Wade notice you tense at his words. “Okay, Buttercup, time to start talking.”

“Nothing to say.”

Wade scoffed. “Bullshit. Clearly that man had tried something before and you took care of it. And then there’s you and Logan and your built up trauma from like ninety years of events and—“

“Please drop it, Wade!” You stopped and faced Wade, hands trembling as your powers threatened to surface. “Just stop! I can’t— There’s so much— I’m not—“

Wade’s hands cupped your face as your breaths became panicky. He didn’t care that your skin was growing hotter. “Look at me, Buttercup. Focus on me.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I’m sorry that I’m letting you down… that I’m letting everyone down…”

“Never.” He shook his head. “You’re not letting anyone down, Buttercup. Don’t you ever say in front of me again.”

“Everything hurts, Wade… Everything.”

“Good thing I’m here then.” You didn’t bother to stop him as he swept you off your feet and held you close. “I’ve got you, Buttercup. Don’t you fret.”

~~~

Logan was pacing his apartment as he tried to think of a way to fix things with you. There was also the fact that his own issues had been spiraling with each passing second. He couldn’t dump that all on you, you deserved better. Though, it seemed very hypocritical since he would take on any of your issues in a heartbeat. He stopped pacing when he could hear a set of footsteps out in the hallway. Logan quickly opened the door to see Wade carrying you down the hall.

“What happened?” Logan asked. “Is she hurt?”

“Hold your claws, Peanut,” Wade replied. “Our Little Flame isn’t injured.”

“I’m fine, Logan,” you whispered.

“Come on, let’s go see Little Wolf.”

Logan was quick to reach your apartment door first, opening it for you and Wade. Laura was working on homework on the couch but rushed over as soon as she saw you in Wade’s arms.

“Mom! Are you alright?” She fretted, scanning you for any signs of injury.

“I’m fine,” you repeated. “Wade’s just overreacting.”

Wade scoffed. “Sure, whatever you say.” He sat you down all the couch. “Okay, I’ll be back. Nobody move!” Then suddenly he was out the door and running down the hall.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Laura asked, coming over to sit beside you.

You nodded. “I’m fine, kiddo.”

Wade rushing came back into the apartment in full Deadpool gear and weapons. He slammed the door shut before locking it and leaning against it, twirling one of his golden guns.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Logan asked.

“No one is leaving this apartment until we all spill our issues,” Wade replied. “I’m calling this therapy, Deadpool style.”

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benispunk · 3 months ago

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Who's That Girl?

Chapter 7: You Don’t Choose Your Family

Y/n gets a surprise visit of her father at the apartment. It's not that she's not happy about it...but you don't choose your family.

logan howlett x reader

TW: language, mentions of divorce, D&W.

A/N: hey!! I am BACK!! I am absolutely not done with the story nor my exams but do not worry about anything. Chapter 7 is here (*applause*) and it's the continuation of the last one😚 we are also getting more of the Logan x reader I promised you 🤭 hope you like it!!!! enjoyyyyy <3

→ this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!

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Y/N wasn’t expecting the call.

Her evening was supposed to be low-key —grading papers, maybe catching a show with Logan and Wade later. But when Logan called, everything changed.

When she arrived, her father was comfortably seated on the couch, chatting animatedly with Logan. Logan looked both polite and slightly panicked— caught in the middle of a conversation he didn’t initiate. The sight almost made Y/N laugh. How Logan always ended up trapped with the chattiest person ever was a mystery.

“Dad!” Y/N greeted, pulling her father’s attention away from Logan.

“Hey, kiddo!” Your father, Daniel, stood up with a grin, acting as if this surprise visit was the most normal thing in the world. “I thought I’d drop by and see how you were doing.”

Y/N gave him a quick hug, still trying to process the unexpected visit. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

“Just figured I’d come check on you in this new place of yours!” he said, waving it off as no big deal.

Logan stood, relieved now that Y/N was here to handle things. “I’ll let you two catch up,” he murmured, retreating toward the kitchen.

“Thanks, Logan,” Y/N said softly, before turning back to her father. “You’ve met Logan?”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah, nice guy. We were just talking about his work—special ed teacher, right?”

“Yeah, he is,” Y/N replied, adjusting to the idea of her dad sitting in her apartment, chatting with Logan of all people.

A moment later, the door opened, and Wade strolled in after his shift at the bar, his usual grin plastered across his face. He spotted Y/N and her dad sitting in the living room and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, what’d I miss?” Wade asked, dropping his bag by the door.

“Wade, this is my dad,” Y/N introduced, trying to keep the situation from becoming even more awkward.

Wade immediately brightened. “Ah, family!” he announced with his signature charm, shaking her dad’s hand. “I’m Wade. Roommate number one— the one who makes sure this place doesn’t burn down.”

Y/N tried not to laugh while Logan snorted from the kitchen. Daniel chuckled, easily won over by Wade’s humor. “Nice to meet you, Wade.”

Wade flashed Y/N a grin before slipping off toward the kitchen, joining Logan who was standing by the counter, quietly observing from a distance.

“So that’s Y/N’s dad?” Wade asked, leaning against the counter. “What’s the verdict?”

Logan shrugged slightly, glancing back at the living room. “Talks a whole lot. Very intense. Protective. Y/N’s surprised by the visit.”

Wade crossed his arms, clearly intrigued. “I know, she was at the bar when you called. Did he mention why he’s here?”

Logan shook his head. “Not really. Just asked me a thousands questions in less than ten minutes. I didn’t want to pry.”

“Good call,” Wade nodded, then peered over the counter toward the living room again. “He staying for dinner?”

“No idea.” Logan replied, though the question hung between them as they began preparing something simple.

From the kitchen, Wade called out, “Mr. Y/L/N, are you staying for dinner?”

Before Y/N could answer, her dad jumped in with a grin. “Absolutely.”

Y/N shot a look in Wade and Logan's direction, as if to say, I wasn’t planning this, but they simply exchanged a glance between themselves. They shared a silent understanding— something about the situation was off. Wade raised an eyebrow, while Logan gave a subtle nod, signaling that they were both on alert now.

With no turning back, they set about preparing a simple meal, something easy but filling— pasta and a salad. While they worked, the soft hum of Y/N and her father’s conversation continued in the background, though they couldn’t help but tune in occasionally, catching snippets of what they were saying.

———

“So,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “What brings you here, Dad?”

Daniel leaned back on the couch, his eyes scanning the room. “Do I need a reason to visit my daughter?”

Y/N gave a small, hesitant smile. “No, of course not. But you didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“Wanted to surprise you,” he replied with a shrug, though there was something in his tone that sounded off. “Thought I’d check out your new place. Make sure it’s... decent.”

Y/N nodded slowly, sensing the subtle judgment in his words. “It’s fine, Dad. I like it here.” She let her eyes drift to the kitchen where Logan and Wade were working, grateful for the slight distraction.

Her father followed her gaze, raising an eyebrow when he saw Logan. “So… Logan, right?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said quickly, confused as to where this was going. “What about him?

“He seems like a solid guy. You sure you two are just... roommates?” He asked and she bit the inside of her cheek, bracing herself for where this conversation might go.

“Yes, Dad. We’re just roommates. That’s all.”

“Alright, alright, but what about Wade?” he asked,

“What's going on with you?" she blurted, raising an eyebrow as a grin threatened to break through.

Her father held up his hands in defense. “Just asking. Your mother and I used to talk about stuff like this, you know.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the mention of her mom. Her father rarely brought her up that way, especially with how tense things still were between her parents, even decades after the divorce. It was usually more an inappropriate comment her mother didn’t deserve.

“Oh, really?” she asked carefully, not sure where this was heading.

“Yeah,” Daniel continued, his tone softening a little. “Back before things went... south. We used to wonder what you’d end up doing, where you’d live, and who you’d end up with. She always had these big ideas. Thought you’d find someone nice. Maybe settle down with a guy like one of these guys.”

Y/N opened her mouth to respond but paused, momentarily stunned by his gentler tone. Her father, for once, wasn’t launching into some bitter comment about her mom.

“She really said that?” Y/N asked softly, her curiosity outweighing her hesitance.

Daniel nodded with a smile. “She did. We were always so worried about you, you know? But it wasn’t just about who you’d end up with. We would imagine your entire future, what career you’ll end up choosing, how many dogs you would have— cause you always wanted one and we always told you ‘You’ll get one when you'll have your own house’…”

Y/N was quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in. It had been so long since her father had spoken about her childhood without bitterness that she almost didn’t know how to respond.

“I didn’t know you guys had my whole life planned,” Y/N chuckled, her voice softer now, her guard slowly lowering.

Daniel glanced over at her, smiling. “Yeah, well…we did that with your brother— although we didn’t expect any of his life choices, but that’s another story.”

For the first time in years, Y/N felt a connection with her father. A sense of mutual understanding that didn’t come laced with tension or resentment. It was brief, but it was something.

She smiled, a real one this time. “Thanks for telling me all that, Dad. That means a lot.”

Daniel reached over and squeezed her hand, his touch firm but comforting. “I missed you, honey.”

Y/N smiled, feeling the weight between them lighten. “I missed you too.”

Before the moment could grow too emotional, Logan called from the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready.”

Y/N looked toward the kitchen and then back at her father, who was already starting to stand.

“Well, let’s see what your roommates can do in the kitchen,” Daniel said with a faint smirk.

As they made their way to the table, Y/N couldn’t help but think that they’d actually had a good conversation. One that hadn’t ended with her dad tearing her mom down or leaving her feeling caught in the middle. Maybe things weren’t perfect between them, but for now, this small moment of peace was enough.

Daniel took the seat next to Y/N, while Logan and Wade sat on the opposite side. The conversation started politely enough, with Wade doing his usual job of keeping things light. He shared stories from his bartending adventures, as he always did, earning a few chuckles from James, who seemed to enjoy Wade’s humor.

The smell of the simple pasta dish Logan and Wade had thrown together filled the apartment. The atmosphere was initially warm, with everyone engaged in casual conversation.

“So, Wade,” Y/N’s dad said as he twirled his fork through the spaghetti. “Y/N told me you're a comedian?”

Wade grinned. “Yeah, I make people laugh for a living. Or at least try to. It’s a tough crowd out there.”

Daniel nodded. “Well, we could all use more of that these days.”

The conversation ebbed and flowed easily at first, moving between work, the city, and Y/N’s life in the apartment. Wade cracked jokes here and there, and Logan offered his quiet, thoughtful input when needed. It felt comfortable, almost like a normal family dinner.

But then, the conversation shifted.

“So, Y/N,” her dad began, his tone changing ever so slightly. “Have you heard from your mom lately? Still living the California dream, I assume.”

Y/N felt her body tense, and she shot a quick glance at Logan, who was watching her father closely. Wade picked up on the shift too, though he didn’t say anything.

“She’s doing fine,” Y/N replied cautiously. “We talked last week, actually. She’s been busy with work, but she’s good.”

Her dad gave a small, dismissive shrug. “Work. Right. And still with that guy, I suppose?”

Y/N's eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes. His name is Paul.”

Her father sighed, shaking his head. “I just don’t get it. She moves halfway across the country, barely checks in, and now with your brother all the way in Europe—”

“Dad,” Y/N interrupted. “She didn’t move across the country to get away from us. She moved for herself. And we’re fine. Sam and I are doing just fine.”

Daniel scoffed softly, setting his fork down. “I’m not saying you’re not fine, Y/N. I just don’t see how a mother can be so far away from her kids and not feel guilty. If I were her, I’d—”

“Well, you’re not her,” Y/N cut in, her voice sharper now. “You’ve been divorced for years. She didn’t abandon us, and she still cares. You don’t need to keep bringing it up like she left us to fend for ourselves.”

Logan’s jaw tightened as he glanced between Y/N and her father, sensing the rising tension. Wade shifted uncomfortably in his seat but stayed silent, eyes flicking to Logan for some kind of cue.

“I’m just saying,” Daniel continued, his voice lower now, “she could have stayed. Made more of an effort. But she left.”

“She didn’t leave us, Dad,” Y/N said, her patience wearing thin. “And honestly, Sam and I— we’re adults. We didn’t need her to stay and ‘raise’ us anymore. You’ve moved on with your life. Why can’t you let her do the same?”

Her father’s face tightened, and the air in the room grew heavy with unspoken frustration. For a moment, it felt like everyone at the table was holding their breath.

“I know you’re grown, Y/N,” Daniel said quietly, his eyes hard but sad. “But I don’t think a parent ever stops worrying about their kids. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Y/N sighed, trying to keep her voice steady. “I am okay, Dad. But you’ve got to stop blaming her for everything. This is your issue, not mine. Mom’s living her life, and I’m living mine.”

The room was thick with tension now, and no one knew quite what to say. Y/N’s father looked down at his plate, clearly feeling the weight of her words. Logan glanced at Wade, who shot him a silent look of understanding—they both knew when to stay out of family affairs.

After a long pause, Daniel finally spoke, his voice quieter than before and looking at all the people at the table. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drag things down.”

Y/N softened and shook her head. “I know, Dad. But you’ve got to let this go.”

There was another silence before he nodded slowly. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

The mood at the table lightened just slightly as everyone tried to return to their meals, though the weight of the conversation still hung in the air.

For a moment, there was silence, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, as if on cue, Wade jumped in, his voice cheerful and light. “You know what’s great about family dinners? Dessert! Who’s ready for some ice cream?”

The sudden change in tone broke the tension, and Y/N gave Wade a grateful look. Her dad, too, seemed to relax, chuckling at Wade’s enthusiasm. “Ice cream, huh? Now that’s something I like to hear.”

As Wade made his way to the kitchen, Y/N’s father glanced around the apartment again. His eyes landed on the fridge, and something seemed to catch his attention. “Hey, is that the picture I think it is?”

Y/N followed his gaze, realizing he was looking at the family photo she had put up weeks ago.

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, her voice softer now. “Wade and Logan insisted that I should put it up when I moved in.”

Daniel stood and walked over to the fridge, staring at the picture for a long moment. His expression shifted, a mixture of nostalgia and something else—regret, maybe. He ran a hand through his hair, his voice quiet when he finally spoke. “That was a good day. One of the last before things started to go wrong.”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat. Something about the way he was looking at the photo made her heart ache.

“It was,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Daniel turned to face her, his eyes softer now. “You’ve grown up so much, Y/N. I don’t say it enough, but I’m proud of you. No matter what happened between me and your mom, I’m proud of the person you’ve become. And I’m sorry for…all the mess that we caused.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at his words. She gave him a small, genuine smile. “Thanks, Dad.”

The moment hung in the air for a beat longer before Wade returned with bowls of ice cream, his voice breaking through the heaviness. “Alright, dessert is served! I got vanilla, chocolate, and this weird one Logan bought—pistachio whatever. Anyone feeling adventurous?”

Daniel chuckled, the warmth returning to his expression. “I’ll stick with chocolate, thanks.”

The atmosphere lightened once again, and they all sat back down at the table, enjoying their ice cream and talking a bit more.

As the plates were cleared and the remnants of dinner were packed away, Y/N walked her father to the door, feeling the tension of the evening settle uncomfortably between them. The earlier argument still simmered, but it had cooled to a manageable level.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” her dad said quietly, standing in the doorway. “It’s just hard, you know? Seeing you grown up, dealing with your own stuff, and not being able to do anything about it.”

Y/N offered a small, tired smile. “I know, Dad. And I appreciate that you care. But I’ve got this. You don’t need to keep fighting old battles.”

Daniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I just still see you as my little girl. Hard to let that go sometimes.”

Y/N stepped forward and hugged him tightly. “I’ll always be your little girl, Dad. But you’ve got to trust that I know what I’m doing.”

Her father hugged her back, his arms wrapping around her in a way that felt both protective and regretful. “I’m sorry for bringing all that up. It wasn’t fair.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. “It’s okay. Just…next time, maybe we can talk about something else?”

He smiled. “Deal.”

With one last hug, Daniel stepped out into the hallway. “I’ll call you soon. Let me know if you ever need anything.”

“I will.” Y/N said, watching as her dad gave her one last nod before heading down the hallway.

When she closed the door, Y/N leaned against it, letting out a long breath. It hadn’t gone perfectly, but at least it was over. She turned around to find Logan and Wade standing there, watching her with quiet concern.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper. “I had no idea he was going to show up like that. I didn’t mean to put you both through all that drama.”

Wade, who was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, waved it off. “Are you kidding? This is mild compared to some of the shit I’ve seen and heard.”

Logan stepped closer, his expression soft. “You don’t need to apologize. Family stuff happens. We’re in this with you.”

Y/N blinked, a small, grateful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Thanks, but it was just… a lot.”

Logan nodded. “We get it. You don’t choose your family, but you can make your own, you know?”

Wade chimed in with a grin. “And lucky for you, you’ve got us, the best family you could ever create.”

Y/N laughed softly, the warmth of their words settling into her chest. “Thanks, guys.”

Logan gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and Wade, sensing the need for space, stretched dramatically. “Alright, I’m out. This emotional rollercoaster wiped me out. I’ll catch you both in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Wade,” Y/N said, shaking her head with a smile as he disappeared into his room.

Logan gave Y/N a lingering look. “You good?”

She nodded, still trying to shake off the heavy emotions of the night. “Yeah. I just need a minute.”

Logan gave her a small nod. “Take your time. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight.”

Logan disappeared into his room as well, and Y/N sank into the couch. The living room was quiet now, and for a while, she let herself just breathe. The weight of the conversation with her dad still lingered, along with the tangled emotions from the night. She found herself staring at nothing, lost in her thoughts.

The hours slipped by unnoticed, the apartment dim and silent around her. She didn’t realize how late it had gotten until she heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. Startled, Y/N turned her head to see Logan walking into the living room, his hair tousled from sleep.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, concerned.

Y/N let out a small, humorless laugh. “I thought you went to bed.”

“I did,” Logan said, sitting down on the couch beside her. “But I saw the lights were still on and thought you had fallen asleep here.”

Y/N sighed, her eyes fixed on the floor. “Sorry. I guess I didn’t realize how much time passed. I’ve just been… thinking.”

Logan watched her closely. “About what?”

Y/N shrugged, trying to find the words. “I don’t know. Everything, I guess. My dad, my mom, the divorce… I don’t want to cry about it. It feels like I’d be a little girl again, crying over something that happened so long ago. Like I can’t move on.”

Logan leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees as he looked at her. “It doesn’t matter how long ago it was. If it’s still hurting you, it’s okay to cry about it.”

Y/N shook her head, trying to swallow the lump forming in her throat. “But I shouldn’t. I’m not a kid anymore. Fuck, I’m a grown ass adult in my thirties. I can’t let this stuff affect me like it did back then.”

Logan's voice softened. “Y/N, you’re allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling. You don’t have to hold it in just because it’s been years. It’s still part of you.”

Y/N felt the tears prick at her eyes, but she fought to keep them at bay. “I don’t want to cry.”

“You don’t have to,” Logan said gently. “But if you do, I’m right here. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Y/N’s defenses crumbled at his words. She felt the dam break inside her, and before she could stop herself, the tears started to flow. At first, it was just a few quiet sobs, but soon she was genuinely crying, her shoulders shaking as the weight of everything she had been holding in finally spilled out.

Logan didn’t say a word. He simply shifted closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a comforting embrace. Y/N buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking his shirt, but Logan didn’t seem to mind. He just held her, letting her cry, offering nothing but his presence.

After a few minutes, Y/N’s sobs began to quiet. She stayed in Logan’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek. It was calming, grounding.

“I hate this,” she whispered after a long pause, her voice hoarse. “I hate that it still hurts.”

“I know,” Logan murmured softly. “But it’s okay. You’ve been carrying it for a long time.”

Y/N wiped her eyes, her breathing evening out. “I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Logan said.

Y/N sniffled, pulling back slightly to look at him. “Thank you. For being here.”

Logan gave her a small smile, his hand still resting on her shoulder. “I’ll always be here for you. You know that, right?”

She nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her, and maybe something else. “Yeah. I do.”

After another long moment of silence, Logan shifted, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You should get some sleep.”

She nodded. “You’re right. I got school tomorrow.”

Logan stood up and offered her a hand, helping her up from the couch. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a little lighter. “You need to rest too, you know.”

Logan chuckled softly. “I will. But I’m not the one who just went through a rollercoaster of a night.”

Y/N gave him a grateful look as they walked toward their rooms. “Night, Logan. And… thanks again.”

Logan stopped at his door and gave her a soft smile. “See you tomorrow.”

With that, they each retreated to their rooms, leaving the quiet of the apartment to settle around them once more. But this time, the silence felt a little more peaceful, a little more comforting.

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unknownogre · 1 month ago

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( I got a little inspired from Facebook...and was just able to sit down today to write it. I approached it not exactly from the prompt's direction too but that is the scene that popped in my head.)

“Well…I have to ask, am I dead?”

Moments ago I was just sitting at my desk sipping a cup of coffee playing a lovely game of slaughter the Nazi when I found myself suddenly not there. Still had my coffee in had though, Deadpool pajama pants for the whole damn world to see no shoes and, I’m sorry to those that had to see me, no shirt. Someone was standing in front of me too, lithe build with a very baggy hoodie and baggy pants on wearing some kind of sneaker and a face that was obscured by shadows that were impossibly dark for the time of day and location.

“No, finish your coffee and let’s go.”

Fuck…people were walking around us like they didn’t notice me or them. The voice of the person was androgynous and a touch echoey. I knew one thing in this moment, without introduction and without me even having to ask the question, in my bones I knew this was Death. THE Death the primordial force that will exist until the end of the universe. So weird, I wonder if they developed that power just to make it easier.

“Alright, fuck it. Not like I have a choice do I…?”

I already hate this. I’ve got body issues, most fat guys do no matter the praise they get. Fuck, I hope I don’t have to fight anything. I have no idea how I’ll do. I don’t fight, no one wants to fight me so I’ve never had to.

“No you don’t have to fight. Maybe, I’m not sure. People handle the situation differently. I’m just Death, I don’t know the future or the past. Think there is a time you’re supposed to die? Absolutely not. Chaos my friend. Complete Chaos.”

That…honestly that made me feel a lot better about a lot of things. Though to delve into that right now would completely pull my focus away from whatever this is.

“Why me?”

I had to ask as we walked another block. If Death was powerful enough to just pull me out of my living room I figured we could at least get closer, though…my feet don’t hurt even though they are bare so that is good at least.

“In a two-thousand-mile radius of my current problem your soul was the only one that matched what I needed…what ever that is. I don’t know have exact details. I just know when I problem arises and I need help I concentrate and the one who is best able to help just appears to me like a blip on a radar.”

Well…it is nice to be needed right. I mean I doubt that is the case, I’m not that special. I’m just me. I took another sip of my coffee.

“What do I get out of this?”

I don’t work for free. I’m completely convinced when given any modicum of power I’d go full on super villain. I know at my core I’m evil, just the kind of evil that still wants to protect those that love and cherish. Touch my wife and I’ll burn the whole damn world down, same for my kid. So again, I wonder why I was the blip.

“A favor.”

That was all Death needed to say. I get a favor from Death, I mean I bet there are rules and what not attached to it, but who wouldn’t want a favor from Death. That was enough for me.

“And lunch. A favor and lunch and you have yourself a deal.”

Death stopped and turned around to look at me, I could feel the weight of their gaze too but I just stood there and stared at where I thought their eyes would be crossing my arms across my chest with a smirk…Never take fully what is offered. Ask for just a little more.

“You got it. Cause I know what you want…hell I want it too. A favor and lunch.”

That was good enough for me. Almost made me forget I was shirtless and barefoot in a large city. We approached a hospital and headed right in. We passed the nurses station, and I was able to grab a scrub top much to their confusion. I felt better with a shirt on at least. We went up to the morgue…and there…holy crap.

It was some kind of creature, twisted with pitch flesh and blood ooze from various places, like self-inflicted wounds. It was just roaring and trying to smash through things it couldn’t fully interact with. There were some forms in the corner cowering in fear…ghosts? I don’t have time to question everything.

“Calm them down.”

…wait…what?!..

It was just a roaring beast that was at least six feet tall. I think it was meant to be bi-pedal but it was only that way sometimes. Like how some movies show werewolves, like they can walk a few steps until they want to run and then it is down on all fours.

“Well…fuck. Okay. Hey.”

I started waving slightly. The creature made a swipe for me but It was slow I was able to step back to avoid it. The ‘mission’ was to calm them down. Calm, not hurt, not subdue but calm.

“HEY!”

I said again, but this time with the power of dad voice. I didn’t like using it much, unless we were outside and my kid was about to run into a parking lot or something just as dangerous. I have NO information to go off of. Death wasn’t a planner were they? The creature’s attention was fully on me now. Good, that is what I needed…not what I wanted though. I knew I wasn’t dead now because my heart was hammering in my chest.

“Knock it the fuck off okay. You are scaring the shit out of these other people. What the hell is going on anyway? I’m sure being dead sucks but this…this can’t be good for you, can it?”

The creature seemed to understand my words if only for a moment before it roared at me. Its mouth…chilling. Elongated like a wolf but the teeth…they were human. I could make money on this if I could get into practical effects and recreate the look.

What to do. I had to use a chair to keep it back and out of swiping range. I don’t think I can actually die here…but maybe no risk no reward.

“This can’t kill you, but if it manages to hurt you too bad I am SOL and will have to destroy it completely. I don’t want to do that so I brought you.”

So it was a soul, something twisted and probably not evil. Otherwise there would be no sympathy. I need more compassion. The creatures attention was still on me and all those cowering in the corner were watching with rapt attention. There is a lot of rage here, so much anger, and where there is anger there is sadness. Okay…okay…got it.

“Hey, we are just gonna talk alright. I won’t yell anymore. Just calm, just calm and cool. Listen I can’t help you right now. Not with all this rage and aggression. Trust me. I want to help you. I get nothing out of the situation if you are harmed. What happened? Why are you so angry?”

It took another swipe at me. Fuck…this thing is strong, almost knocked the chair out of my hands. It was hurt, even it was just by itself. When I met its gaze I could see such sadness. Rage and sadness. I got you.

“Hey. Listen, I am here for you, okay? I am here for you. Not Death, not these people in the corner, you and just you. Fuck any reward…fuck anything else okay. Just me and you here. I am your friend. No one touches you unless they step over my literal dead body, which isn’t even HERE so they are screwed trying to find it. You don’t deserve this, what ever this is. So talk to me. Let me help you, that is all I want right now.”

That caused the creature to pause and look at me. Tears welling up in its eyes. I see why I was called. Most people wouldn’t look in its eyes, they couldn’t see the pain there. They’d see the twisted muscle, the claws…they’d be hostile. Monsters were fantasy for me until I was brought here.

“I…they…momma…MOMMA!”

It cried and looked around panicked. This is a child. THIS IS A CHILD! Thank gods I didn’t hit it, and now I know why the dad voice caused it to pause. I wonder if these souls were trying to help before or where they just trying to leave after they died? Hard to say.

“Hey kid…calm down. Shhhh I got you okay. You want to see your Mom once more. We got you okay. Did they take you and here away at the same time?”

The kid seemed calmer now, just tears streaming from its eyes. They nodded and seemed to wrap their twisted arms around themselves, rocking a little bit. Certainly a kid. I sighed for a moment.

“Would you like a hug? I can give you a hug if you’d allow. Sometimes its nice to just get grounded. I’m a dad, so I can only imagine how it is being separated from your mom. I give the best hugs too, I’m like a teddy bear.”

That is why my daughter said when she was younger anyway. Daddy bear hugs. The child looked to me hesitantly and then nodded slowly. I got up from the chair and I moved slowly. I had no weapons, I’m a big dude but people say they aren’t scared of me. I like to think I’m not scary normally anyway. When I got close enough I just wrapped my arms around them. Sure some of their spikes went into my skin, hurt like a bitch too, the blood smelled terrible as well…still though. Sometimes a hug is what the doctor called for. The kid just started to cry. Its massive head put on my shoulder and nestled into the crook of my neck like my daughter did plenty of times when she was little. I felt they shift, the sound of…gods I don’t know, snapping bone and such was heard all around. I just closed my eyes and held the kid for as long as they squeezed me back.

Soon, I was holding a five year old boy who was finally calming down from all the crying. The holes from the wounds and claws were still there on my body but he looked alright. Oddly I wasn’t bleeding…wonder if that was Death’s doing? Or do I not bleed if I’m not solid? Too many questions I’ll leave for another day.

“Can you take us to his mom?”

Death just nodded as I held the kid in my arms. We left the morgue and went to a hospital room where the kids mother was. She was alive, but badly hurt. Apparently there was a car accident, they got hit by a drunk driver. The kid was dead just after arriving. Freaked out when he couldn’t find his mom. I held him for a while.

“Momma will be okay?”

He asked me and I looked to Death who nodded with a touch of a shrug. I know, chaos on all that stuff, suddenly I was a little less reassured.

“She’ll be okay little one. Best thing you can do is let Death take you to the next world, be as happy as you can. Your mom will cross over eventually, and then you two can play. Just be happy and play as much as you can in the meantime okay?”

The little boy nodded and I set him down, he walked to his mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek before turning to go hold hands with Death. Sudden I was back in front of my desk…wearing the scrubs top my coffee cup filled to my liking.

“Get dressed. Lunch is gonna be in an hour.”

I heard Death’s voice in my mind. I could only grinned. I was about to get my favorite sandwich on the planet, that alone was worth it. Still, I would have done it for free if there was nothing Death could give me. That kid needed the guidance. I wonder how many have crossed over and looked to reunite with someone but couldn’t due to held back rage and depression. That…that breaks my heart.

“Also thank you. You were certainly the best pick.”

I smiled at that, again…feeling useful was nice. Well time to get dressed, I wonder how Death will get me half-way across the country to that sandwich place? I don’t care…number 15 here I come.

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saturnzskyzz · 4 months ago

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𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎: 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎

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Warning: Mature audiences only, you have been warned | inappropriate jokes and comments (you know how deadpool is) this is just fiction

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍?? 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁!! 𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷!!! 𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘.. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 😟. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌!! 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!! 𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶!!!

Summary: Wade drags Logan along to a very long car ride followed to be his personal Uber, and best friend, to visit new Mexico for a week. Upon reading articles on the Google home page-wade- he realizes that a certain individual looks familiar from an article he read one time. So, he strikes a very interesting conversation with said individual, and finds something quite interesting and intriguing!

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The sound of a new Honda Civic driving on an empty road could be thought of as two heroes sitting in the front seats of the driving vehicle. With the passenger jamming out to the music, and the driver peacefully in his thoughts while concentrating on the road; It was truly a cinematic experience if the two had thought about this exact moment in third person.

"Ow! Would you be mindful of where you're playing your imaginary drum set, bub?" As if the sound didn't come from Hugh Jackman himself, Logan Howlett was shown in third person, forgetting the whole "cinematic third person view" with the Honda Civic, which was what Wade- who hit the victim- had thought about.

"Oopsie daisy! It's like these drumsticks have a mind of its own, huh?" Wade huffed out a breath as he continued to slam his hands in the air to play what was heard on the radio.

Logan nodded his head disapprovingly like a father, and just continued on with the road. The peace continues.

It's not everyday that they have these peaceful drives like this. Other than when they were having to drive to where the facility of where their timelines were controlled and kept under surveillance as to not be disturbed by any high powerful GOD. Yeah, that may be pushing it. Anyway, The point is that Wade and Logan, though the claw handling mortal didn't want to admit it, they were glad they had this long drive again. The beauty of nature was an A+.

"You need to tell them why we're on the road, silly!" Wade blurted out as he was now turned, facing the back seats like he was talking to passengers.

"The fuck is you lookin' at back there, Wade?" Logan questioned, yet not really wanting to know the reason since he's trying to drive to- Oh,, right!

The reason why they were on the road is because Wade decided it would be a lovely idea to have the two take a break from their old apartment, and take a vacation over to New Mexico!

The beaches there looked lovely from the Google pictures Wade had pulled up once, just once, so that was all the good reason as to why he wanted to drive there.. Or, to sit there. He made Logan drive.

"Damn right I did!" Wade blurted out yet again, causing Logan to almost jump in his seat, but luckily for his own embarrassment, he only flinched. "Bub, what the fuck are you saying right now?" Logan asked, getting annoyed with him now.

"Oh, sorry peanut! Just reacting to this fic that's currently being typed up. Anyways, nice driving skills by the way! Saturn made sure to bring up the fact that I'm the passenger princess." Wade confidently said, pulling down the sunshade to look at himself in the mirror for some extra dramatics.

Logan glanced at him before looking back at the road in utter confusion. "Wade, you practically forced me to drive, you're not a,, Passenger- whatever you just fuckin' spurred up in your little head. And by the way, I don't trust you behind the wheel."

Wade did a dramatic gasp by that, clutching his imaginary pearls, he whipped his head to look at Logan with almost daggers for eyes. "How dare you not trust me! I am a veeeery trustworthy person, as a matter of fact."

Logan gave Wade a very interesting "oh yeah?" as to let the younger know he's allowed to rant.

"Yes, "oh yeah?"! I am such an oh yeah, trustworthy person: Yukio once left me alone in the X-Men building for half an hour to come back to the place all spiff and span! Not only that, Colossus let me hold one of his very expensive vases all because I wanted to look at it. He let me HOLD IT while looking at it, isn't that a whole lot of trust thrown into one basket?"

Logan chuckled at that. "First off, the only reason she came back to the X-Men building to a very clean interior is because you had trashed it before she even came back. And I don't mean a little trash; you had the whole place covered with things on the ground, broken, and even the walls looked terrible in the pictures you sent me. You had Colossus' help as well as mine and somehow blind Al's help to clean up the entire place in under 15 minutes- which you got scolded for by Colossus afterwards. And for the record, Yukio came back after 30 minutes because she was supposed to be gone for 2 hours helping her girlfriend with whatever they were doing, but I told her about the mess."

Again, Wade had gasped by the betrayal. He was going to bark back in retaliation but Logan had cut him off.

"I'm not done, bub. for the vase, I found that ugly thing in the trash two weeks after the fact that you had had a small obsession with it; which tell me Wade, why was it in the trash all broken up in various sizes of pieces?" Logan asked with a smug look on his face meaning "gotcha" which knowingly pissed Wade off.

"The only reason it was broken in the trash is because Mary Puppins knocked it over when she visited the place with me one morning. Colossus somehow doesn't know about that yet." Wade explained defeatedly. He crossed his arms to emphasize his defeat and frustration.

"No. He knows." Logan corrected. Still with that fucking smug look on his face, like who is this guy?

"How does he know?!" Wade looked at him in shock, desperately waiting for an answer.

"Cuz I told him, you wuss puss."

Damn, was that a jaw to the ground in betrayal². "You mother fucking, cock sucking, animal hating, snitch bitch!" Wade couldn't believe it. Like seriously, who snitches on their best friends?!

"Another thing, those examples were not what I was looking for. I said trustworthy in driving, not just whatever popped into that small skull of yours you call a brain." Logan emphasized that with a finger to Wade's temple, pushing at his head slightly to get his comedic relief friend to be even more ticked off.

"I can't believe you.. How do you go and snitch on your best friend? I'm your homeboy- we're like this!" Wade stuttered out as he crossed his pointer and middle finger to shove it in Logan's face.

"Wade, you're not my- get your hand out of my face, I'm driving here!" Logan said quickly, as he pushed at the offending hand that butted in his personal space.

"What were you gonna say, sweet cheeks? Were you gonna say that I'm not your best friend?" Wade looked at Logan all sad now.

"No, that's not what I.. Friend is a stretch in itself, pal. I appreciate the offer of me moving in with you and Al, but it's been a few years. you know..? Give it some time." Logan explained the best he could. As embarrassing as he worded it, which most likely ruined a bit of his ego, but he had trust issues.

"Just like the author said, you have trust issues, peanut." Wade said in a not-so-sad tone now. He went for crossing his arms again and looked out the window this time.

The car goes silent for a moment, much to Logan's relief since he's driving, and because he wanted to ignore his comment. They got a little over an hour left before getting into New Mexico, so hopefully the car ride ends up being dead silent until then.

. . .

"So about you not trusting my driving-" Wade was about to go on another unimportant rant before he got smacked over the mouth.

"Not. A. Word." Logan said carefully, never once keeping his eyes off the road again.

Wade had wanted to bite back with a sexual comment, but decided not to as he quite wanted his mouth open and not stapled. Yes, his mouth was stapled shut by Logan before.

. . .

Eh, on second thought.

"I'll have you know that my driving skills are immaculate!" Wade said through muffled lips.

"Oh yeah? Then take the fuckin' wheel." Logan said, letting go of the wheel as he was turning. This caused Wade to panic, and roughly took the wheel to make a sharp turn, almost hitting a tree when by passing, but successfully missed it by a smidge.

"What the fuck?!" Wade shouted, looking at Logan then quickly retreating his eyes back on the road.

Logan crossed his arms this time, pulling off his smug face as he looked down at Wade. "We almost hit that tree back there."

"Oh, you think?! You decided to let your masculinity be free while I'm over here trying to not get hit- by the way, it's very hard keeping an eye on the road while in this position.. You sure you didn't just do this because you wanted me to take a whiff of your dick? Because it smells atrocious, you should shower when we get to New Mexico."

Logan uncrossed his arms at that comment and violently pushed Wade out of the way so he could continue on with driving. "Nope. You're way too anxious, and you don't fully concentrate while driving: Remember that one time you drove into town and almost swerved into a pole all because a bird hit your side of the window?"

Wade chuckled at the memory even if it wasn't the best thing to ever happen. "Look, I get jumpy when I'm not expecting things like birds when driving. It's the animal's fault for bumping into my window. Honestly, if I had hit that pole, it should be that fuck ass pigeon who would pay for our expenses." Wade argued.

"Yeah, like that's a possibility. Don't forget the time you looked at a building for more than 5 seconds causing us to pass a red light." Logan said with a growl. That memory still pissed the Wolverine off.

"Oh yeah, ha! How could I forget you being generous to me for once?" Wade awed at the memory.

Logan was not pleased by that answer. "I had to pay for your ticket so then Al wouldn't have had to pay for it herself. I didn't do it for you, I did it for her. God knows how much money she has left with how much you steal from her. And I'm not talking about the money." Logan pointed at Wade then, almost instantly catching him pulling out a small bag of white powder with letters written on it.

"Wade.. Don't fuckin' tell me you stole her cocaine again?! As soon as I say something about you stealing, you just casually pull it out?!" Logan shouted.

"I can casually pull out something else if you really want me to." When Wade looked at Logan expecting an annoyed comment, all that Logan did was look at him with disgust. "Look, I only pulled this out to gain a reaction from you for the viewers who's reading right now. Hey viewers!" Wade turned to face the back seat once again. This caused Logan to look back twice, only to be met with empty seats.

"Jesus- Wade, you make no sense whatsoever whenever I'm with you. It drives me insane sometimes." Logan breathed out, exhausted by all the talking suddenly. (Ahh, don't you just love a social battery?)

Wade looked at Logan and then out the car window to see a sign that says "Welcome to New Mexico!"

"Hey look! We made it, honey. Time to go visit the kids, huh?" Wade said excitedly, earning a scoff from Logan.

Once again, Wade is picturing the car in third person view, as he imagines the car drifting away from the camera, as the welcome sign appears in front. After a while, the screen will start to fade and soon it all goes black, waiting for a new chapter to come.

"This is going to be a fun vacation."

#non tickles #deadpool and wolverine #Deadpool 3 #Venom #Crossover fic #writers of tumblr #wade wilson #logan howlett #eddie brock #marvle fic #Marvel #Fiction #Story

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bravetimetravellingaussie · 6 months ago

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And it feels like home

Chapter 1

Summary: Peter Parker is minding his own business when along comes the merc with a mouth, shenanigans will ensue

Warnings: foul language, it's got deadpool in it? I think that works as it's own warning

Possible spoilers, Spider-man: No Way Home, and Deadpool and Wolverine

"Where are you getting the guns from?" Spider-man stood on the edge of a towering building, holding onto a a thin white piece of web, from the end of which hung a flailing and terrified criminal.

"Agh!! Shit shit shit shit shit! I don't know! I don't fucking know! Shit! Please! Come on man, let me go!"

"If you say so." Spider-man let go of the web for a second, letting the man fall a couple of metres before catching the web again.

"OKAY LOOK MAN I'LL FUCKING TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO KNOW JUST PLEASE PUT ME BACK ON THE GROUND BACK ON THE GROUND PLEASE DONT DROP ME!"

"Thought so."

Since the disappearance of Peter Parker, the man behind the mask didn't have to put in any effort to make himself sound older. He also scarcely had to ask the same question more than twice. He rarely had the patience to ask a third time, and he could barely find the willpower to restrain himself from violence by the fourth.

It scared him sometimes how much he yearned for an excuse to punch people these days.

Peter Parker shifted the sleeve of his suit to check his watch as he slung through the city on his way back home after a long night of doing what he hoped was good enough to be considered superhero work.

3 am.

Peter groaned. He could feel how tired he was going to be for the rest of the day already.

"I fucking hate Mondays."

"Welcome to McDonald's, how can I help you?" Peter could barely keep his eyes fully open they were so dry.

"Hi, Tom, I'd like someone to drop a skincare routine that actually works for me and to get a job that pays well enough for me to move out of my mom's house so I can have fun time in the night time with my boyfriend without her screaming at us to shut up already. I'd move in with my girlfriend but she's abroad right now and she's having some friends house sitting for her. I'd understand if she didn't trust me with her plants or something, but she doesn't even have plants! I think she might just not trust me. I got her shot one time and I don't think she's over it yet, even though she never got shot because of me, because I went back in time and fixed that."

Peter glanced at his name tag that had 'PETER' written on it in bold letters. Then he looked back up at the man wearing leather from head to toe. It might have been red originally, but Peter couldn't help but wonder if it had been stained red by the multitude of wounds the man had all over his body, bullet wounds and stab wounds, slashes a gashes. The worst of which seemed to be the man's freshly amputated hand.

"McDonald's welcome help you how?"

"Oh, right, I'm sorry, your customer service voice is so soothing and therapeutic. Shame they don't let you speak in your mother tongue, they know it'd be too much for the world to handle." The man leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his head in his hand, kicking one leg up.

Blood dripped from the man's wrist down onto the counter, but Peter was so sleep deprived all he could think about was how he was gonna have to clean that up.

"Alright! I'd like a big meal, big mac with fries and coke. I do mean the drinking kind, unfortunately, damn that Feige guy, Blind Al has a bone to pick with him after the bullshit she had to go through for Deadpool and Wolverine." The man chuckles. "You know how it is."

Peter would have said, no, I really don't, but for all the weird shit he'd encountered in his life, this was just about the strangest.

"I'd pay for this, but I don't carry my wallet in my work pants. I think this is gonna have to be on the house, you'll do that for me, wontcha Tommy, my bestest friend in the whole wide multiverse?" The man didn't want for an answer before taking the paper bag that had just been placed on another counter and running out of the store, waving at Peter through the glass once he was outside.

"Sir, that- sir that wasn't... That wasn't your order, sir- that was not your order," one of Peter's coworkers said quietly beneath her breath as she stared after the man in red.

Everyone else in the McDonald's seemed to have been similarly entranced. Somewhere a child was crying.

"I'm taking a sick day," Peter said to no one in particular.

#deadpool #spider man #spiderman #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool 3 #wolverine #poolverine #there will be poolverine #deadpool & wolverine #this is my second time writing fanfic and my first time sharing it so #feedback welcome

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i-miss-you-cosplay · 1 month ago

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Thought I’d share an old Deadpool cosplay I put together last year!!

Anyway I’m really proud of this one! Especially making the mask, belt buckle and swords completely from scratch!!

(Details on how I made this under the cut)

I thrifted the base shirt and pants, and added the black felt patches to the shirt, with thrifted and unused buckles and felt strips for the leg details.

I cut the long sleeves off the shirt and used them for the mask, certainly the most challenging part of the cosplay. I made essentially a tube, that I brought in around my head measurements.

I made cardboard bases for structure in the black sections, that I covered in black fabric. I used a white mesh fabric for the eyes, so that I could still see while wearing the mask. I used velcro to open and close the back of the mask.

The swords are made with a cardboard base, that I covered in glue-soaked layers of newspaper. I duct taped some cardboard tubes for the handles, and painted the blades for a more realistic look.

I made the back sheath for the swords with cardboard and paper towel tubes to hold the swords in place. The straps are from a thrifted bag. I painted the sheath black and used duct tape for details.

Finally, the belt buckle is a cardboard circle with a red felt covering. I simply added more patches of felt to make the symbol!

Hopefully this was helpful, if you have any questions feel free to ask!!

#deadpool #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool cosplay #cosplay #cosplay tutorial #deadpool cosplay tutorial #my cosplay

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neonscandal · 1 year ago

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As a fan of both bnha & jjk, can I ask you somethings?

-which majority of characters will survive if their universe is swithed (jjk charas in bnha verse or bnha charas in jjk verse)

-people in jjk verse have stronger mental state than in bnha verse because the death rate is higher in jjk than bnha (do you agree?)

- from plot and art, which do you think is better (jjk or bnha)?

-dynamics between bakudeku or satosugu, which is written better as a duo? why?

I asked this because in twitter I found a jjk fan and bnha fan have a heated discussion to prove which is better, and that's why I want to know your opinion, thanks.....

I feel like I'm getting tagged in. Excuse me while I stretch before I jump into this. As always, thank you for the ask! ❤️

Put me in the game, coach!

DEADPOOL

Please. If JJK characters' cursed techniques were quirks, they'd all be alive and going to amusement parks and eating crepes.

In the reverse, Midoriya would be a Yuta like drop in considering all of his techniques, maybe, and most of Class 1A would be wiped. Hell, I think we can all agree there are students in Class 1A that shouldn't even be in Class 1A (this is a Minoru Mineta call out, at the very least). But that's also why Jujutsu Tech has a class size that hasn't exceeded 4 students that we've seen. I could see Midoriya, Shinso (cursed speech user), and Tokoyami (shikigami user) in a class. With Todoroki (legacy family + technique) and Bakugo (Todo-esque brute force regardless of technique) over at Kyoto. I'm not saying they'd all survive but I could see it.

MENTAL ACUITY

I think trauma, or one's ability to handle a breadth of it, isn't based on the trauma itself. Even if Midoriya had never experienced loss, he'd repeatedly experienced the inequities of systemic and social oppression from being quirkless compounded by a dad that seemingly peaced out. Kid took hit after hit before being able to have a shot at his dream which he then slowly realized wasn't as cut and dry as it seemed. He keeps on trucking though.

If anything, I think that most characters in JJK are a belt loop getting caught on a door handle away from losing their shit and becoming curse users because of the higher death toll. The students of class 1A might be slowly losing hope but Yuji is constantly swimming in sea of despair, survivor's guilt, and has a 1000 year old curse whispering obscenities to him. For all intents and purposes, kid should be on a watchlist. And you mean to tell me that Megumi "Watch What These Hands Do" Fushiguro is the picture of mental health??? Nah. Buddy has been looking for any opportunity to take a curtain bow with Mahoraga since day 1. Gojo meant what he said when he had to make sure Nobara was crazy in Season 1 because that's what it takes to be a sorcerer if you want to live. You have to be a little deranged so the losses don't take you down the same path as Geto or breed an even bigger problem by generating a curse. The only easy, breezy, beautiful cover girls in JJK are the villains as they are regularly shown to be leisurely enjoying the beach, soccer, mahjong... all while 16 year olds are fighting for their lives and losing.

WINNER TAKE ALL

Plot

Taking into consideration the fact that we're in late stage My Hero Academia and, at best, half way through Jujutsu Kaisen, I think MHA has it on plot. This take is based on being able to now, with most of the story having taken place, see how everything comes together, though. Bear in mind, even at the end of the story, we still don't know how things are going to play out. I've made a lot of wild accusations though (here, here, here, here, here and, inevitably, more are bouncing around my head). What's funny about this is the fact that, there's not really a question of how it's going to end in the grand scheme. We know that Deku will be triumphant in defeating or liberating Shigaraki. I think, through all his subversion, Horikoshi will still write a story where the good guys win. But the subtler details of how the story will end are what everyone's getting fired up about regarding BakuDeku and if anyone will die.

Regarding Jujutsu Kaisen's plot, as readers, we're still too lost in the forest of the culling games to understand the overarching reason. It's still a 5/5 in my book until proven otherwise but, from what we've seen, Gege Akutami buries details that are pertinent later. His exposition style is uniquely different from Horikoshi's (and Iseyama's for that matter). Moreover, Akutami knows how to illicit rage, angst, tears even in the midst of a multi page description of one man's cursed technique (yea, I'm talking about Hikari). They are a troll with a pen and I cannot take that away from them. So, I'm trusting in the process while also acknowledging that this story is not going to echo that of shonen series' before it. Gege Akutami could very well write the end of the human world as we know it, the entirety of the main cast dead, and I wouldn't even be surprised and I would read every. single. panel. Happily.

Art

Again, it's kind of unfair to compare the refined art of a series with 39 volumes versus 24 volumes especially when they stylistically differ so much. So, instead, I'll say what I appreciate for both.

Horikoshi's unique character design, even going so far as to use different illustration styles where appropriate circumvents the issue of Same Face Syndrome while also adding a lot of dynamic visual texture to the cast. Also, hands are like a big part of the story? Which he's managed to make a focal point where it matters. I will also say that he has, in recent chapters, delved into the horror aesthetic beautifully.

Gege Akutami is just a silly little guy. By that, I mean, there will be these AMAZING spreads or panels. Then, on the very next panel or page, there will be a silly lil doodle and it doesn't even feel out of place. In fact, it's very on par with Yuji as a character. I don't think this story is told from Yuji's limited perspective where MHA is largely from Deku's POV, but, when Gege breaks down the behind the scenes, it's broken down as if it's for someone as simple as Yuji. Stylistically gory but also humorous, there are definitely some chapters that are perhaps churned out faster than others, but the art still speaks for itself.

BATTLE OF THE SHIPS

This is a hard one in the sense that BakuDeku is being explored in real time, at length whereas SatoSugu we've only gotten wisps of even though they are, foundationally, what sets off the entire chain of events that sets the story for JJK. There's something to be said for wanting and I think what makes SatoSugu so compelling is truly the tragedy of it. Gojo lost his only equal, his everything (which Geto never thought himself to be) and Geto lost his everloving mind. MHA's whole story is hinged on BakuDeku but the brainrot for SatoSugu decays so poignantly because, while both series are effectively about child soldiers trying to stay alive, SatoSugu is the after. What happens when youth aren't protected, what do they lose?

FINAL VERDICT

Just because you can read them both in Shonen Jump does not mean they're a monolith.

Considering they aren't actually in the same genre, it makes no sense to compare the two. They may have some similarities. But that's like saying a horse is similar to a cow because they are animals with four legs and tails.

It makes more sense to compare JJK to the other two unhinged stories that make up the dark trio, "Chainsaw Man" or "Hell's Paradise: Jigokuraku" because the stakes are the same. Anyone can die. For the most part, there aren't miraculous revivals (like Best Jeanist and whoever else 👀).

A/N: I don't care, I know Nobara's coming back if only for Gege to kill her again.

#neon asks #anon asks #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #anime #manga #class 1a #manga with me mha #manga with me jjk #manga with me

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ultrainfinitepit · 2 years ago

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For your spider-sona, what do you think their canon event looks like? Or who is their uncle Ben figure?

That's a good question Anon! I've been thinking about this a little. My first Spidersona was Spider Knight, so in my head Spiderphim is the same character continuing on their character arc.

Spider Knight never knew their parents, all they knew was the knight who took them in and trained them to be his squire. This knight was Sir Benegar, whose pennant bore a spider that Spider Knight would ultimately take as their symbol. Sir Benegar served Lady Maybelle, who Spider Knight became close with and saw as their own mother just as Benegar was like a father.

Spider Knight lives in a medieval world where magic is real, demons plague humanity, and angels fight them but are rarely seen.

When Spider Knight was only sixteen, Benegar was killed in a battle with a formidable evil, a fly demon named Beelzebub. After that Spider Knight took up his shield and title. To protect themself against demons, who can consume the true names of mortals to gain control over them, Spider Knight hid their name and true identity, and went only as "Spider Knight."

For a while Spider Knight dealt with other threats: demons are far too powerful for a single knight to handle, especially one so inexperienced. They battled a fellow knight who had turned to evil, the Green Goblin Knight; a sinister Plague Doctor Oc; and even crossed paths with a mischievous swordsman named Deadpoole. Eventually Spider Knight grew strong enough to try and take revenge on the demon Beelzebub. They tracked him down, armed with a sword blazing with holy fire - and they failed catastrophically and died.

As Spider Knight stepped into the river of death, ready to drink the waters and forget their life, an angel appeared to them as a reflection in the water. Somehow Spider Knight knew this reflection was who they always were, who they were going to be, and yet someone else entirely. The angel asked for another chance, and Spider Knight agreed to give it. But a toll had to be paid first. Spider Knight sank into the water, whispered their true name and removed their mask. Their shield and broken sword disappeared into the depths. Everything went dark as they drowned.

When Spiderphim awoke on the funeral pyre, she brought the sunrise with her. Her new form was strange yet exciting, and very warm. By this time Beelzebub was long gone, but Spiderphim didn't mind too much, the chase would mean she could see the world through her new eyes, which were plentiful. And she could help so many people along the way!

So to answer your question Anon, it is Sir Benegar who is Spiderphim's Uncle Ben, and Spider Knight's own death is their canon event.

While I consider Spider Knight and Spiderphim to be the same person, it is less clear to Spiderphim who will surely go through some angst about if they are the same; or possessed by an angel who ate their name; or that same angel, who just has the memories of a person who burned away on the funeral pyre. I also envision some plot point where other angels show up because I like angels, and I think Spiderphim is very annoying and would like to see her annoy them.

#long post #spidersona #I took some inspiration from Venom lore for the angel transformation although it's not quite the same #also picturing the inevitable return home of Spiderphim to Aunt Maybelle is so good #May: What happened!!!#Spiderphim: Be not afraid I just died is all :))#ask

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years ago

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Pls pray for me so I can get tickets to the Eras tour 😭 also I watched Spider-verse I’m: unwell & I also really love this chapter -Danny

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xxviii: Homecoming

Cat decided to go and spend the night at Matt's place. The mutant left her apartment using everyday clothes, she'd been Copycat for almost two whole weeks. She also made a point to knock on his door instead of teleporting.

The man welcomed her in with a short laugh. She thought he'd be mad because she hadn't called, but he turned around and spoke to someone in his living room. "You guys are in luck!"

Karen and Foggy's voices came from inside the home causing Cat's heart to jump out of her chest. She beamed and jumped into Karen's arms squeezing her tightly. "Oh my god!"

"I'm so happy to see you!" The woman said. "Where have you been?" Her blue eyes landed on Cat's scars and her smile faltered.

"Take a seat, you have to eat with us it's the law," Foggy handed her a can of regular coke.

"You didn't call," Matt said, though he was smiling as much as the others.

"Well, I'm here," she replied. "Isn't that better?"

"Much better!" Karen exclaimed. "Are you in the mood for Mexican, or..?"

"Whatever you want. I haven't eaten, I was moving back in."

"Back where?" Matt asked promptly.

"The city," she smiled. "I'll stay here for a while."

He understood what she meant. "Good to hear."

"That's amazing! We're hiring, if you're interested," Foggy offered.

Matt laughed. "I don't think she'll have time to work as our secretary, Foggy."

"I'll think about it," she conceded. "But this means you're doing well, I hope?"

"It certainly takes up most of our time, we need someone to help us handle the office," Karen admitted. "I would love to work with you, but Matt's right, you have stuff going on."

The way they were all looking at Cat amused her. They all knew she wasn't a regular woman, but she doubted Karen had disclosed to Matt and Foggy what she suspected, and probably she didn't know about Foggy's discovery.

"Well, I just came back from a mission with Nightcrawler and now he's shipping Billy Russo to prison, so I have an empty schedule at the moment."

"Nice!" Foggy paused. "Wait." He looked at Karen, then at Matt. "She also knows?!"

Karen glanced at him. "You didn't?"

"How long have you known? Always?"

"Kinda," she shrugged. "Cat never confirmed it. I mean..." She looked back at the young woman and smiled. "Copycat?"

Cat laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

"How did you know?!"

Karen vaguely gestured at her. "Name and hair are kind of the same, only a different color... not like she tries to hide her face either—"

"She always wears that mask, what do you mean?" Foggy demanded.

"All you had to do was look into it," Karen insisted. "We came back and Matt had a new, younger friend with no connections, if you'd asked around you would've known Copycat was in the area during the blip, and Matt doesn't go out of his way to make friends."

The man frowned, grinning as he spoke. "I'm sociable enough."

"Sure you are, Matty," Karen patted the man's knee.

Cat opened her drink and downed it pleasantly. This was the nicest welcome she could've hoped for.

"Well?"

"Russo's not a problem anymore."

"I'm assuming I'm off the hook?"

"You should still be careful. As the CEO—"

"I have my own paranoia to deal with, please stop. Have you talked to Happy?"

"That is one dumb question."

"He knows you're back."

"I expected no less."

"He wants to see you."

"Many people do," she sighed. "I miss him, but I can't visit everyone while Kraven is out there. I have to deal with that first."

"You're still thinking about a new team of Avengers?"

"Well, I know most heroes on earth," she shrugged. "I'll give them a call."

"Kurt called me."

"Did he mention Deadpool?"

"Who's Deadpool?"

"Why did he call you?" Cat changed the subject, she could only imagine the way he'd freak out if he knew about her friendship with the mercenary.

"He says that you liked living in the other universe."

She laughed. "I wonder why he thinks that. I just said it was nice."

"He says that you told him and it sounded like you wanted out of this one."

Cat rolled her eyes. "He's got it wrong!"

"Spider-man existed in that other universe," he added in that voice she'd always hated, the one he used when he was trying to win an argument.

"Yes."

"A Spider-man your age."

Her heart started racing. "I don't care, I don't see why you guys would. It's in the past."

"He was the reason you became who you are now, Stray. Losing him changed you," he pressed, and he wasn't wrong. "You've lost him too many times, it's okay to feel worn out about it when it keeps coming back like that—"

"I didn't lose him 'cause this Spider-man wasn't even mine, to begin with," she scowled. Why were her friends pressing on that subject? "Just because I told Kurt that I would go hang out with that other guy—"

"You are?"

"My point is," she raised her voice in annoyance. "I'm trying my best, Harley. You know how much I love running, but you two coming at me like I'm packing my bags is not helping."

The young man paused, whether he believed her or not she couldn't tell, but at least he sounded a little ashamed when he spoke. "That's not what we're doing. We want to make sure... We're listening."

"I see that," she replied, though she didn't think much about what he meant by that. "And I love you more than I've ever loved any Spider-man."

"I... would like to believe that," he said, and she could almost picture his wistful expression.

He and Kurt had to stop saying that, but she really couldn't blame them. The mutant was well aware of why she'd befriended Harley in the first place, back when she was eighteen. Whom he reminded her of, and even if he didn't remember the boy's name or face, he still knew Spider-man was at the core of everything.

"Keep me posted," he said before ending the call. "I'd like to know how things are going from time to time."

"Same goes for you," she murmured. "G'night, Junior."

"You fought with your friends again?"

She pondered her response. "It isn't a fight when both sides are defending the same thing. They're trying to help, but the way they're doing it is not quite right... Though I change so often they can't keep up..."

"At least you don't decline their help, and I'm sure you're communicating better..."

"Matt," she warned him, and he let out a short chuckle.

"Right, you hate it when I do that... you used to love it when I pointed out the ways you were doing well."

"Looking for approval is no longer trendy," she joked. "I don't want people to treat me like this. I get why Tony got upset every time anyone clapped and cheered when he showed decency. It's a little humiliating."

Matt unbuttoned the first part of his shirt while walking toward his room. "Are you staying the night?"

Her eyes lingered on his back, then she shook her head. "No. I'm going back to my apartment... before I ruin my good streak of exemplary behavior."

He laughed, closing the sliding door so he could change. "Stay strong, Kitty."

She scowled and flipped him off even though there was a wall between them (he'd be able to tell anyway). Cat then seized her jacket and walked away from a half-naked Matthew.

Peter had time to waste, and he asked Cat if she'd like to visit May's grave. They could go to Pietro's after. She agreed.

Peter showed up with a bouquet of white roses, he waved at her as she walked up to him. "I come every week, winter's over so I'll have to change her flowers more often, but if you want to leave some of your own you're welcome to..."

Cat looked up at the trees around them, they were greener than the last time she'd set foot in the cemetery, and it was a pretty sight. When Peter had buried his aunt, her memory had been erased, so she hadn't been there at the funeral, she felt a little guilty about it.

"How've you been holding up?" She asked him.

"I'm okay," he shrugged. "I'm in a hurry most of the time, don't get to sit and think about it. I guess that's good, it keeps me from getting sad."

"Do you have time to enjoy life, though?"

Peter laughed shortly. "Do you?"

Cat grinned. "When was the last time we hung out just to waste time?"

Peter squinted, trying to remember. "I go to a study group but sometimes we get bored and start playing Among Us?"

She snorted. "I don't think that counts."

He sighed. "It's something..."

"Better than nothing," she finished.

Peter stopped in front of his aunt and uncle's grave and stared at it with a pensive expression, he crouched and left the flowers in front of it. "I want to live a worthy life for them, C. That's all I care about." Cat tried not to, but a little giggle left her lips. Without being able to help it, she started laughing out loud. Peter looked up at her with annoyance. "What's so funny?"

"It's absurd," she shook her head. "I had the same conversation with Shuri and she said the same thing... more or less."

"What's wrong with that?" He frowned, still not understanding.

"It's perfectly normal, but what's hilarious is that when I went through it everyone acted like I was losing my goddamn mind for dropping my plans just to honor dead people. I remember you were outraged at the thought—"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up," he lowered his face in embarrassment. "I didn't know how it felt... to lose someone close to you because of what you do... it changes everything."

She patted his shoulder. "You handled it faster and better than I did. I mean, you didn't quit school, and you didn't go on a killing spree. I like to think you learned from me. Makes it all worth it." The word caused something like annoyance to raise up on her chest.

Peter nodded. "I did learn from you, C. I owe you a lot." He stared at his aunt's grave with a soft gaze.

"Worthy," she said, her mind still on the subject. "We throw that word around a lot, all of us," Cat made a face. "Do we even know what we're talking about? Why do we think that means living all alone and broken? Why do we treat that like it's something noble and not just cowardly and incoherent?"

Peter stared up at her curiously, he didn't have a proper answer to that. His mouth blurted out the second thought that came to him. "Any idea of where Kraven is?"

"Probably on his way," she said, eyes still absent. "I'll see him when I see him, I won't give him the pleasure to feel like I'm participating in the hunt."

"Don't you think you're giving him the benefit to take you by surprise? Isn't that a hunter's line of expertise?"

Cat sighed, looking back at him. "What am I supposed to do, Pete? I could go find him, but I don't know... feels like a waste of my time."

"Are you saying you have something better to do than to save your life?" He raised a brow.

"Regrouping the Avengers, finding a place where to train the new heroes... basically rebuild my home and make it better than it ever was," she nudged his leg with one foot. "Would you be interested in that?"

"In getting recruited, or training heroes?"

"Whatever you prefer."

He pondered the options. "Depends."

"On what?"

"If it's not in the city, I won't do it."

She raised a brow. "You sound sure."

"I am."

Cat nodded with an approving smile. "New York's lucky to have you."

"It has you, too."

"I don't stay in places long enough to consider they have me," she wrinkled her nose. "Not my thing."

"You've been here for a decade, though."

"In and out."

"And why do you always come back here?" Peter asked with genuine curiosity.

"I've been thinking about it," she said deep in thought. "I'm home, Peter. My body, and what I do with it. As for why I keep coming back..." Cat grinned. "All the cute people live here."

Peter snorted. "What about L.A? You could live there with Kate and Yelena..."

Cat grimaced. "I don't want to give her false hopes. She would convince herself that we could get back together, that I could have a life with her, she's always been a dreamer..."

"Right," he heaved a sigh. "Keep forgetting you think dreams are useless."

She mumbled a reply. "Not useless. Just unbearable..."

"Cat," Peter stood up again after leaving the flowers, a worried look on his face. "What are you waiting for, really?"

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh," he said, not believing her. "And I don't walk past MJ's coffee shop every day."

Cat looked at him with a smirk. "You do that?"

"I said I don't," he raised a brow, shoving her shoulder playfully as he walked past.

"You're a stalker," she chuckled, following him back to the entrance.

"It's getting late," Peter checked the hour on his phone. When he put it back, the young man placed his arm around her shoulders and walked alongside her, leaning his head on top of hers affectionately for a moment. "C'mon, time to see Pietro..."

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 9 months ago

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here are some other thoughts about the movie

the fact that Wolverine and company cause the Three Mile Island incident would, I guess, suggest that this movie takes place in 1979, assuming it happens at the same time as the real nuclear meltdown, but fuck if I could have guessed that otherwise. that movie could have taken place in 2009, the year it was released, and I'd only be mildly confused by the state of technology. does Wolverine seem like a man who has a phone? fuck no.

Gambit in particular was really dressed like a 21st century pickup artist, very skeevy. stupid little pervert hat. I kept expecting him to ask some woman if she wanted to see a magic trick but that would require letting any woman other than Wolverine's dead girlfriend have speaking lines.

also is she. I mean. her last name is Silverfox and she tells Wolverine a little First Nations story that parallels the plot of the movie but like. I mean her sister is Emma Frost, apparently. I mean I know there are extremely light-skinned and white-passing First Nations and Native people but like. what's her deal. also unrelated to her questionable ethnicity I though it was very funny that Wolverine, who has been to war several times and definitely knows what a dead body looks like, didn't even notice that she was only pretending to be dead. there literally wasn't a single wound on her. she was just laying in the grass covered in blood, no injuries. and then he just left her there??? to go fight his brother??? who somehow killed her by throwing blood on her??? HELLO

I think will.i.am and that man who was a walking fatphobic joke were boyfriends.

it's funny that Scott's in this movie just to have an awful time. really didn't have to be him, could have been any mutant kid. doesn't even really make sense that it's him, honestly. if we assume that the first X-Men movie takes place roughly the year it came out, 2000, and that Scott was between 14 and 18 in '79, then he should be in his mid to late thirties by X1: The First Mutanting. I guess James Marsden could have been playing older but it didn't really seem like Scott was meant to be a man pushing 40. but I guess the chance to kick him around like a football one more time was just too tasty to pass up.

we don't need to talk about Deadpool we all know what's wrong with Deadpool. I want to focus on Gambit again. got the vibes of a Vegas bartender who flirts WAY too hard with married couples staying at the hotel where he works. he saw them from across the bar and liked their vibes, how the tables have turned. I know he's from New Orleans and that's like his whole deal but he feels very Vegas, possibly because no one seems to have informed that actor that he was playing a Cajun.

the ending of this movie is just kind of an unrelenting shitshow. when Professor Chucklefuck Xavier showed up at the end in his little cuck helicopter to whisk the kids away I wanted to smack his bald head off I'm not even kidding. how long did he know about child experiment island before he did something about it. why the fuck did he wait until Wolverine and his girlfriend handled everything and were on the run/dead? thought you were supposed to take care of mutants, bud. his bitch ass can control entire crowds of people and you're telling me he couldn't just remote knock out every guard in the facility to waltz in there and let the kids out himself. this man is a monster. god I hate his stupid bitch ass so much.

and then there's Wolverine getting shot in the head so bad he forgets his entire backstory which is like. hello. how do you shoot a man point blank in the head in such a way that he maintains the ability to speak, move, know that he should run from the police, etc but he forgets every single personal detail about his life. it's like they had almost wrapped filming and then remembered at the last minute that Wolverine has amnesia in the first X-Men movie and it's like a pretty deal. uuuuh fuck it I don't know, shoot him in the head. whatever. presumably Sabertooth also wandered off and got a lobotomy some time in the intervening 30 years.

this movie is great everyone should watch it.

experienced little art film called X-Men Origins Wolverine last night and I have to say. textbook case of a movie trying so hard to be a manly dude action movie that it circles around to being extremely homoerotic. every man in that movie wants Logan carnally. Wade? goes without saying. Agent Zero? wants to kiss Wolverine so bad it makes him look stupid. Gambit? as far as I can tell Gambit only came back to save Wolverine's ass at the end so that they could make sweaty love on a shitty houseboat later. (you know Gambit has a houseboat, look at him.) unfortunately the most roiling tension of all was definitely between Wolverine and his brother who is Definitely Not The Same Sabertooth From The First Movie. jilted lover ass brother. woman scorned situation. I think genuinely Sabertooth might not have turned out like that if he and Wolverine had ever just made love in a WW1 foxhole.

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enderfics · 2 years ago

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safe.

// pre-established relationships. They're yet to be romantic or official but they have definitely been hardcore flirting before this.

Wade crawled through the little window and into the apartment. He had mastered the art of being quiet but cringed at the sound of the window slamming shut. Spinning around, he was glad to see the noise hadn’t disturbed the peace.

He was also glad to see Peter under a bundle of blankets on the sofa. The spider was safe. He had survived another night.

Wade was ready to leave now. He had come to check that the spider was good - safe - and now that was done, he could leave. But looking around the apartment, Wade discovered a new reason to stick around.

He definitely wasn't looking for an excuse to be with Peter Parker.

Silently, he tiptoed around picking up dirty dishes and cleaning the clutter. Every now and again, he looked over his shoulder to check that Peter was still asleep. The man snored gently and looked so comfortable. So Wade continued to potter, continued to clean and continued to check that Webs wasn’t awake.

He stepped back, hands placed on hips, to admire his work. Someone get this man a fucking maid dress because he’d done a great job. Webs was still, thankfully, asleep and Wade decided he’d definitely overstayed his welcome.

As he crept back to the window, the floor below him creaked. A loud, echoey creak that shook the entire flat. Fuck. His head whipped around to where Peter sat up bolt right. His hair was dishevelled and his eyes scanned the living room until they landed on Wade.

“What are you doing in my apartment?!”

Wade took notice of how hot Peter’s just-woke-up voice was and promised he’d break in once more to hear it again. Peter repeated his question, tone firm. Wade was suddenly glad that he came straight after patrol and that his mask covered his very flushed face.

“Hello to you too, sweetcakes.”

“Shut up. What are you doing here?”

Wade was NOT about to admit that tonight's job had been particularly gruesome and made him feel a weird type of anxious. He wasn’t about to admit that the anxiety had made him stress about the web slinger's safety, and to shut up the little voice in his head, he had to check that Peter was alive and okay.

“Deadpool?” Peter’s voice was sounding more normal - more awake- and Wade wanted to cry because he hadn’t heard it enough. He also wanted to cry because Peter didn’t say his real name.

To be fair, the arachnid didn’t know his name. He in fact didn’t know anything about the merc. Whilst wade had excellent stalking skills and regularly ignored boundaries, Spiderman was more respectful. And every time he had asked Wade about his identity, he had been quickly shut down. Wade liked his privacy, sue him.

“Why is my apartment clean?” Peter's voice was laced with confusion and he squinted at the man leaning on his window sill.

“I cleaned it, you’re welcome.”

“I know you didn’t break into my apartment to clean it. Why are you here?”

“Peter,” (Peter's face scrunched up - he hated how Wade said his name so confidently.) “Peter, maybe that's exactly why I broke into your house. I mean would it really surprise you?”

No, it wouldn’t. Wade knew it wouldn’t because that was exactly the type of thing he’d do. But Peter hadn’t broken eye contact and if he stared any longer, Wade would crumble and be violently honest. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

The only way to avoid that was by leaving. He turned back to the window and began to open it. Wade began to crumble when he felt arms gently wrap around his waist. Fuccck. He couldn’t do this. He was too weak to handle this.

“Peter…” Wade barely recognised his own voice, it was so quiet “Vulnerability isn’t really my thing.” He tried to pry the arms off him but they only squeezed tighter. He wanted to give in and let Webs hold him whilst he spoke about his night. Wade squeezed his eyes shut, praying for the strength to leave.

“Why are you in my apartment, Deadpool?” Peter’s voice was right in his ear and he could feel the warm breath on his neck.

“Wade.” Fuck.

Peter ran his hands over Wade’s waist and gently squeezed his hips.

“Why are you in my apartment, Wade?”

He let out a loud huff and leaned into Peter’s touch. Okay. He’d crumble.

Gently, Wade wiggled out of the hold and took Peter's hand. He led them to the sofa, where they sat. Wade confessed everything. He spoke about how shit his night was: the job had been rough, the victim was being difficult and before he planted a bullet in their head they had asked a favour.

After you kill me, please tell my partner I love her. I haven’t told her that enough.

Deadpool shot before the man could talk any longer.

Wade admitted that the job made him feel so, so anxious after. He admitted that the anxiety had made him stressed about Parker’s safety, and professed he had to check that Peter was alive and okay. He let out a shaky breath after he finished.

Hesitantly, Peter wrapped his arms around the merc embracing him in a tight hug. He was whispering into Wade's ear.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m safe.”

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Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader

A/n: Very late to posting once again! I really wanted to do a deadpool valentines special but I never got the chance. Enjoy this oneshot w/ Newt from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. More stories on the way! (hopefully)

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“You should really consider working for the ministry. We could use someone like you.” Theseus tells you as you walk through the halls.

“Aren’t I working for the ministry already.” You ask a rhetorical question and chuckle at the frenzy it sent him in.

“I’m just joking around. You know the ministry has way to many rules and regulations for me. I’ll consider the offer but I do enjoy freelance work.”

You smile and he nods, respecting your boundaries.

“Until next time, Theseus.” You pull your wand out of thin air and make a transportation portal. Walking through and waving your final goodbyes. The portal closes and you breathe a sigh of relief, putting the piece of magic away.

“That place is always so hostile.” You reach in your coat and talk to your small plant beast.

Walking through the streets of London, you have no certain destination at the moment and that’s what you loved. Freelancing, no human interaction and alone time. What more can a girl ask for!

“What can I do for you, Mr. Dumbledore?” You turn the corner to an empty block and a gloved hand waves at you.

“The ministry keeps asking me to work for them.” You sigh as you continue walking, his whole body begins to show.

“I assume your answer is the same.” You nod to his words.

“Newt is back in London.” You maintain your smile but your eyes speak for you.

“Sorry about turning down America, the ministry had me stretched thin.” Your green friend moves happily at the sound of Newt being back.

“Its alright, Newt handled the situation…well.” You smile. “Glad to hear it.” Putting your green friend in your hand, you summon your wand.

“I should get going.” He tugs at his collar and in a blink he’s waving goodbye.

“Bye.” You wave back.

“Ready to see him?” You ask your small friend. In response, she covers her face with her small hands.

“Yeah, me neither.” Thinking about where to go, you open a portal and mindlessly walk through.

“I am so sorry!”

You cover your eyes as you see Newt in a towel. A small swoosh and he puts a hand on your shoulder to assure you that he has clothes on. Slowly opening your eyes, your chest heats up. Newt has gotten a bit taller than the last time you saw him. He was practically looking down to you. Giving you that cute little smile, you return the gesture.

“I’ll make sure to use the door next time.” You say, apologizing once more. Breaking the intense eye-contact, you look around, "I see nothing has changed. How was America?”

He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his ginger hair.

“It was exhilarating.” He sighs and you chuckle to him.

“They do call it the city that never sleeps for a reason.” You say as he continuously looks at your chest. Looking down you see your little friend waving at him. Letting her hop on your finger, you put her in Newt’s hand.

“She was so excited to see you.” You smile at her in his hand then look up to him staring at you.

“Were you excited to see me?” You jokingly ponder his question.

“Yes but just a little, little, little bit. This much.” You put your thumb and index finger really close together.

“More than last time.”

He shrugs and rests the small beast on his head. A loud tap on his window alerts the both of you. Whipping your wands out, he walks over to his window and opens it. With you following close behind, a feather or two flies into the flat. The loud noise coming from a carrier owl, it landed on Newt’s shoulder and gave him a rolled up letter. The animal flying away the way it came, you both put your wands away. Before he could get the chance to open the letter another owl flies in and drops a letter in your palm, leaving as quickly as it came. Peaking your head out the window, you make sure no other owls will fly in. Newt closes the window as you begin to unroll the letter.

“A letter from the ministry.” You read the first line and skim through the lengthy letter.

“They want me to come to a meeting.” You finish skimming and look to him.

“It’s a beast problem. They want me there too.” Newt says.

“Whenever there’s a beast problem they call either you or me. What are we? Animal control.” You roll your eyes and tuck the paper in your coat pocket. Newt chuckles at your joke.

“The meeting is tonight.” He trails off, probably dreading that his night has been bombarded by the ministry.

“dude,” You groan, “You should go and I stay. They don’t need the both of us. Plus all they’re gonna talk about is how I’m half muggle.”

You drop yourself on his couch. “You’re not gonna leave me in a room with those blood suckers.” You whine loudly to his protest.

“It doesn’t matter that you’re half muggle y/n.” His head dangles over yours.

“Yes it does.” He shakes his head.

“It doesn’t. At one point they wanted to ban beasts because of us. You’re powerful that’s what they are afraid of, so they put you down.”

Rolling your eyes at his thoughtful words as he continues to talk to you upside down.

“If they do that then they have no life.” He rests his hands on either side of your head on the couch.

“That’s a given, they work for the British Ministry.” You chuckle as he lifts up and you turn to him.

“I am rubbing off on you!” You sit up on your heels and almost knock his head off. Looking him up and down you tilt your head to the side.

“I’m not in a rush to get there or anything but is that what you’re going to wear?” You pinch at his shirt and sweats. He makes a silly straight face.

“I’m going to change now.” He says while going to his room, around the corner.

“Yes. You do that.”

After he changes his clothes, you open your short cut to the ministry. Letters in hand, you show the receptionist. She jesters both of you to the elevator. Stepping in and settling on either sides of the elevator.

“You do have a serious resting face.” He says, staring you in the face.

“Gotta keep a serious face to keep them guessing.”

You do a swift hand motion, chuckling and he smiles. The elevator finally stopping, you both step out and walk down a short hallway to the only door. He opens the door for you and follows behind you.

“Newt, Y/n, welcome.” Theseus says walking up to you. He leads you both to a bench in the grand hall meeting area. Where most important meetings are held.

“Is this supposed to be a big meeting?” You ask while sitting down next to Newt.

“I’m not sure. Maybe 10 persons,” You nod as Theseus walks away to his seat across the room. Looking down to the ground you see Newts suitcase latches continuously opening.

“How many times do I have to tell you to get a new suitcase before you actually do it?” You lean over a little and never talk above a whisper.

“It’ll be fine.” He says while latching the case back.

“You said that last time,” You sigh, taking out your wand and casting a locking spell on the case, “You’re welcome.”

You look over to him and he looks over at the same time. Quickly you look down to the main floor. More members come through the door and your face stays stone cold. As the meeting starts, their ideas for you and Newt begin to circulate the room. If looks could kill, they’d all be six feet under.

“With all due respect, Newt is right. This sounds like a recipe for disaster.” You chime in, at the small gap in the conversation.

“They’re harmless. They won’t hurt anyone.” Newt follows.

“They’re dangerous enough to fight.” You stare down the one ministry member across the room.

“No matter. That’s why witches and wizards are being trained for the army. Just yesterday, you all wanted to ban beasts,” You bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from being disrespectful.

“The beasts will have trainers in the army. All they need are trainers. They’re animals for goodness sake.” The member stands out his seat.

“The army is NOT a place for a beast to grow.” You stand as well.

“These beasts can and will be put into the army if we deem it necessary. Why are we even negotiating with this muggle?”

He looks around as if he expected agreement but being met with silence.

“This HALF muggle would love to see you take an innocent beast and put them in your army for another one of your ridiculous wars.” You slam your hands down on the desk and large gust of wind sits the man down, “I come here out of respect for the ministry and respect for myself. I did not come here to be disrespected because of my race.”

You slowly sit down and take a deep breath, “Just because you don’t have wizards and witches graduating fast enough doesn’t mean you can incorporate innocent beasts in human issues.”

“There are more than enough capable wizards and witches to deal with whatever you need them to deal with. I will even go as far to say that I will help if needed. But no beast, good or bad, deserves to be put into a human conflict,” Newt nods to your words.

“We need some time to discuss this new opportunity. Let’s take a recess and we’ll be back in 15 minutes,” The head director of the ministry says.

You couldn’t be happier. Getting out your seat and walking out the door. The floor was pretty empty but you made sure to walk a good distance before turning the corner. Leaning on the wall, one tear then another rolls down your cheeks. Burying your face into your hands, you lower your sobs so no one will hear them. Your body sinking to the floor as tears cloud your vision.

He calls out your name, hint of sadness in his voice.

You were too embarrassed to look at him. His hand gently holds onto your shoulder, causing you to sit up in the slightest. Showing him your eyes. He tries his best to rub the tears away with the little room you gave him.

“Newt, have you seen y/n?” Theseus says almost turning the corner but Newt stops him from doing such action.

“Not right now. Tell your colleagues we’re leaving,” You turn your head to them.

“What? You can just- I can’t just tell them that,” Newt stands firmly and you can see Theseus shaking his head.

“Okay.”

He turns around and does as asked, for once. Making sure he’s gone before going back to you. He performs a spell to bring you to his home. The excessive smoke making you cough. Getting you off the ground he uses his thumbs to wipe away the tear marks.

“You shouldn’t be crying…” He says lowly with a small smile.

You sniffle, looking down. The warmth of his body hits you like a bullet. His hands rapping around your waist and you accept it. Your hands folding under his arms, holding onto his shoulders and your face smashed into his chest. After the few moments of calm, you look up to him, tears once again streaming down your face.

“This is supposed to make you feel better not cry more.”

He says and you chuckle.

“can’t I be both?”

You whisper, he was staring into your soul. Inching closer and closer. You wondered what he was doing. The tension in the room making your body radiate heat rays. You smile, feeling thankful for his comfort. His lips now softly against yours. Both your eyes closing in sync. Nothing more than a few pecks, unexpected but not unwanted. You didn’t expect him to actually do it. But then again that shy Newt you met in Hogwarts, is gone when he’s with you. Parting your lips and looking at each other, you don’t know what to say. It was so soft and tender, vulnerable and sweet, genuine and cute. He squeezes you tightly, probably overjoyed that you kissed back.

“Newt-“ You choke out. The pressure making you feel like your going to throw up your organs.

“Loosen up a bit, please. I can’t breathe.” You exaggerate a bit by sounding out of breath and he laughs.

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