#depends on how my life goes

[scarlct-vvitch]

fic preview :)

pairing: (worst)wolverine/deadpool

just the first lil section under the cut! not completed yet but i'll take any thoughts while I chug away at the rest of it

The first night in Wade and Althea’s (who Logan refuses to call Blind Al, what the fuck, Wade) apartment is chaos. Wade, high on saving the world and, somehow, cocaine, invites everyone he can think of. Negasonic, Yukio, Laura, Dopinder, Vanessa, even Peter—they all show up and throw a near-end-of-the-world bash. The apartment barely can contain the two people who live there, and they squish in like sardines.

Logan sees immediately how comfortable they all are in Wade’s space. They tease, laugh, make idle threats to kill each other over the last cookie in the tupperware Yukio brought with her. Everyone takes turns carrying the uglyass dog around to make sure she doesn’t get stepped on, all cooing over her misshapen face like it’s fun to look at. It’s that tiny little picture brought to life before his eyes.

It’s completely overwhelming.

Logan spends most of it in one of their dining room chairs downing a steady stream of cheap beer. Laura spends most of the night in the chair opposite with a few drinks of her own. She even gets him to try one and laughs when his face scrunches up from the sugar. For the most part, though, she lets them sit in silence, something he’s grateful for. It gives him time to observe the rest of them. If he’s being honest with himself, though—and he rarely is, but this one is hard to deny—his eyes only follow one figure.

He gets it, now. Why Wade was willing to do so much for these people. When Wade gave him all those speeches about how much he loves them, Logan understood on an objective level, but in the back of his mind he thought Wade was just like him, an outsider trying desperately to hold on to any scrap of decency he could get. Wade was insane and violent and annoying. Even if he saved the world, who would ever stick around to hang out with him?

Now, seeing Wade with his friends, he’s willing to admit he was wrong. 

Wade is everywhere. He flies around the tiny space like—not a social butterfly, but maybe an extroverted gnat. He’s in everyone’s conversations, refilling everyone’s drinks, stuffing his face with snacks. There’s a look on his face that Logan hasn’t seen before. It takes him a while to realize what it is.

It’s relief. The knee-wobbling, delirious, giddy kind. Wade is almost painfully happy to have these people around him and alive and staying that way for a long, long time. It’s contagious; everyone he talks to gets that same smile, like there’s nowhere they’d rather be than in this matchbox of an apartment. He watches as Wade tells the story of their adventure for the tenth time, this time to Yukio and Negasonic in the kitchen, who are enraptured and disgusted, respectively. Wade gestures wildly the entire time, very nearly knocking everything off the counter behind him. That grin is still on his face.

“You’re smiling.”

It’s Laura. He’d kind of forgotten she was there. He takes a pull of his beer instead of answering, realizes that it’s almost empty.

“He’s weird, isn’t he?” Laura says to his silence. “Deadpool.”

Logan snorts. “That’s one word for it.”

She grins. “He’s nice, though, too. Don’t you think?”

He looks over at her. She’s pointedly keeping her eyes on Wade, but the look on her face is far too knowing for Logan’s liking. She’s sharper than he initially gave her credit for; it’s hard to believe someone that smart was related to him, even if tangentially. “Maybe if someone stitched that mouth shut.”

She rolls her eyes. “Then he wouldn’t be fun. You wouldn’t like him anymore.”

Logan watches as Wade ramps up to the end of the story—he’s making big explosion noises with his mouth. He suddenly catches Logan’s eye, like he could feel himself being watched, and without missing a beat, he winks. Logan needs something stronger than his beer.

“Who says I like him now?”

-

At some point between midnight and the sun rising, everyone makes their way out. The apartment looks like a tornado tore through it. Logan nudges some of the empty cups out of the way, puts his feet up on the coffee table, and tilts his head back on the couch, closing his eyes. He has never been so tired in his entire life.

Something fabric hits him in the face. He grunts and looks around to find Wade staring at him. “You look like shit, sugar-tits. Go to bed.”

Wade jerks his head in the direction of his own bedroom and waggles his eyebrows. The implication is clear enough.

“The couch is fine,” Logan says. He picks up the clothes from his lap - it’s a pair of sweatpants, dark red.

Wade pouts. “But—”

“No,” Logan grunts. He’s too tired to come up with anything else.

“Well, if you change your mind, my ungrateful peanut, my door’s always open.” Wade blows him a kiss with his free hand. Logan ignores it and heads for the bathroom to change.

Wade is gone when he comes back out, bedroom door cracked slightly open. Logan stretches out on the too-small couch. His feet stick out over the arm, but he doesn’t even care—being horizontal is heaven. It’s customary that the savior of the world gets to couch-surf for at least one night. He can worry about finding a new place to stay in the morning.

-

He wakes to someone bumping into his feet; he jerks upright and nearly decapitates Althea. He puts his claws away and mutters an apology.

“Wouldn’t have happened if you’d just used the pullout bed.” She sighs. “One day I’ll meet one of those mutants with a brain, but not today.”

Logan stares. “The what?”

-

Wade sleeps in, so Logan makes breakfast at Althea’s request. He’s not a great cook, but he’s passable. Wade finally emerges just as he’s setting down plates of scrambled eggs and makes an obscene noise at Logan “looking domesticated,” which nearly gets him claws to the dick. 

The day is blissfully uneventful. The four of them lounge around the apartment watching some terrible dating show, only getting up for food, bathroom, or to take Mary Puppins around the block. Logan is naturally quiet, but Wade seems to not even understand the concept. He chatters the entire time about anything and everything and ignores all of Logan’s threats of violence if he doesn’t shut the fuck up. 

It’s more peaceful than any day Logan has had in the past year. Past decade, maybe. He soaks it in as much as he can. He must doze off at some point; before he knows it, it’s dinnertime, and then he’s extending the pullout bed (thanks for the heads-up on that one, Wade) and conking out. 

He’ll leave tomorrow, surely.

(hoping that giving this fic an audience gives me the motivation I need to get it over the finish line. thanks for reading :) )

[willowser]

another thing about the assistant angle is like. being there when bakugou reaches the hero top 40 and branches off with kirishima and sero and denki for their own agency. it's a bit of a mess bc they're barely twenty years old but—you're his only employee. he can barely afford to pay you and he doesn't even really know what you're supposed to do besides answer the phone and he's so emotionally unavailable but you're there, every single day. friendly with his friends. sometimes you bring lunch in for all of them and it's out of your own paycheck and it's not the best but you do it, for them. he lets you make the schedule for two weeks and you fuck it up so bad, but eventually you get it right and you try to be so fair—and that's hard to do, in the pro-hero world. there's nothing fair about a twenty year old man with trauma up to his ears risking his life every night because he doesn't know how to live with just himself, as just a man and not a hero, but goddamn it if you don't try to keep it fair, for every single one of them. you're one of his emergency contacts. you pick them up in the middle of the night when they're all the way across town, in another district police department bc that's where they caught the guy and where they have to turn him in. sometimes you bring their clothes or costumes home and wash them bc they don't get the chance. like it's everything.

[stuckinapril]

I’ll be a doctor one day and all the pharmaceutical reps will be waiting in the lobby for hours begging for a chance to speak with me to push their samples to patients and I’ll have pharmaceutical companies buying free lunch for my employees every day just so they can sit w me at lunch and speak to me and I’ll also have a housewife/husband but instead it’ll be an office wife/husband and they’ll run the managerial aspects of my hospital for me . Among other things

[naamahdarling]

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[adustoflove]

FEELING FORGOTTEN 🩷

[chikahoshi]

I commissioned @tikklil from Twitter/Instagram again to draw 42 Miles/42 Gwen based off @bloody-writing's fic Tonight You Belong To Me. This fic is the reason why I ship them so hard, so I think it's only fitting that I commission fanart inspired by this fic as a thank you. Hopefully, I can do some more commissions based on this fic because there are scenes that I really think is worth seeing illustrated. So fingers crossed. (As a disclaimer, I did get permission to post the commission here.)

[heuffopla]

Part 2 to this post is finally done! Renovating my old portfolio pieces is SO satisfying, would recommend 😎👌

(new version is the 1rst, more purpley one)

[ace-and-ranty]

I love El's character growth in the books so much. I love how my girl goes from:

"If I bust my ass even more and prove my worth and maybe beg, perhaps, just maybe, if I'm lucky and Aadhya takes pity on my soul and if the stars align and I work hard enough, perchance Aadhya and Liu will want to help me"

to

"I don't know what the fuck to do, where is my girlfriend so I can ask her."

[fisheito]

will i ever stop thinking about little red riding yakumo and the big bad fox.?hm. no... no, i don't think i will

[3416]

anyway. this is maybe my favorite thread i’ve found on twitter the past couple days about why empathy directly translates to being able to enjoy sports regardless of the outcome. we’d all be better off and less bitter if we were willing to embrace the randomness of sport (especially ice hockey) or admit that the people we’re watching are actual people, lol. thank you twitter user himbeaux_on_ice for the logic in a sea of ugliness lkjsdklfjsdkl

[synthshenanigans]

Hatter Heart design & AU by @avicryptidbard!!!

Its a very cool AU and their art is always very very cool & pretty so go check em out!! :}

Alt shading/coloring v

[ineed-to-sleep]

ENDING SPOILERS FOR BG3 AHEAD

Hate that I found this scene kinda hot

[marauderingpaige]

'“I’ll always come back to you,” Aziraphale repeated, a small smile playing on his lips as hope filled him, “I’ll be back, I promise. Stay safe,”'

Just a little line from one of my new Good Omens fanfics. Feel free to go and give it a read if you would like. I hope you are all having a wonderful day! xx

[simonisferal]

sorry chat, was suffering from an eating disorder👎

[headfullof-ideas]

Another incorrect quote, but it’s only one, and it’s to introduce another OC

Meet Nate, the guy Fontaine eventually ends up with. Like Kari, he also started out as a ‘these submarine dwelling kids need more friends’. And while Fontaine has been shown and mentioned to have plenty of ‘land friends’ that she likes to hang out with, unlike Ant who has Jeffrey and Griffin for exactly one episode, i decided to actually design those land friends, and Nate was one of them. And like Kari, he eventually wound up filling a romantic role as well. But like Kari I made sure he was a developed character before any of that happened, so he didn’t get stuck in the ‘protagonists romantic interest’ role, with nothing beyond that pertaining to his character. Nate is the mom friend to end all mom friends, he knows how to cook, he carries sunblock and snacks everywhere, owns five fanny packs, and thinks noodle-head is a devastating insult. I talk a bit more about him in one of my Ao3 fics, which at this point is entirely Incorrect Quotes and headcanons, and exactly one Oneshot I’m genuinely considering reposting as it’s own story because I don’t see any other oneshots making their way into that story with how long it takes me to write them

[thedrawnherbarium]

forgot to post this