#domesticated logan

[asgardiansofthegalaxyvol3]

Logan not realizing he’s in love until Wade has fully domesticated him first. Curled up on the couch watching tv, sharing clothes…

[maybe-im-dark]

Rugged choices

Logan stepped into the dusty secondhand clothing store, his eyes scanning the racks of well-worn shirts and faded jeans. The air inside was heavy with the familiar scent of old leather and aged fabric, the kind of smells that always put him at ease. Without hesitation, he made a beeline for the racks, already flipping through the clothes as if he had been here a hundred times before.

Wade, however, came to a sudden stop just inside the door, looking around in bewilderment, his arms thrown out wide in exaggerated confusion.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Wade exclaimed, his voice bouncing off the walls of the cramped store. “Logan, we just got handed a stack of TVA-cash the size of a small country’s GDP, and this is where you want to spend it? A secondhand store?”

Logan didn’t bother looking up from the rack of flannel shirts he was flipping through. He pulled one out, a red-and-black plaid that had clearly seen better days, and held it up, his nostrils flaring slightly as he sniffed the fabric.

“Don’t like the smell of new stuff,” Logan muttered, tossing the shirt over his arm. “Chemicals. Hurts my nose.”

Wade blinked, his brain working to process Logan’s explanation. Slowly, he nodded in acceptance, though his bewilderment was far from gone.

“Huh. Okay, that actually makes sense. Super senses and all.” Wade paused, then threw his arms out again in an exaggerated gesture. “But come on, man! You could be rocking designer leather jackets, limited edition jeans, silk boxers—the whole nine yards!”

Logan ignored him, already pulling another flannel shirt from the rack, this one in muted blue and green. He sniffed it, grunted his approval, and added it to the pile in his arms. It wasn’t long before the pile grew to include several more flannels in different colors, along with faded jeans and plain white undershirts.

Wade watched with a growing smirk as Logan’s choices all started to blend into a singular aesthetic.

“So we’re just committing fully to the lumberjack aesthetic, huh?” Wade teased, leaning on a nearby rack. “Maybe pick up an axe while we’re at it, chop some wood, live in the woods, grow an even bigger beard. Real 'I’m-going-off-the-grid' vibes.”

Logan stopped rifling through the clothes just long enough to glare at Wade, his patience visibly thinning.

“Better than prancing around in pink Hello Kitty shirts and leggings two sizes too tight,” Logan shot back, his voice low and sharp as he pointed at Wade’s current outfit—a ridiculous hot pink Hello Kitty tee and a pair of black leggings that left nothing to the imagination.

Wade, ever the showman, grinned beneath his mask and struck a pose.

“Touché, Logan,” he said with a wink. “But I make this work. Not everyone can pull off this level of hotness.”

Logan rolled his eyes, grabbed his pile of clothes, and headed toward the checkout without another word. Wade followed close behind, still grinning like a kid who had just gotten away with something.

A little while later, they found themselves walking through the sunlit car dealership lot. Logan moved with the same deliberate focus he had shown in the clothing store, his eyes scanning the rows of cars with little interest. To him, they all seemed impractical, too flashy for his tastes.

Wade, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement as he raced ahead, his eyes zeroing in on a sleek, cherry-red sports car parked under the sunlight. He darted toward it like a moth to a flame, throwing himself over the hood with a dramatic sigh.

“THIS ONE!” Wade shouted, running his hands over the smooth surface of the car. “This is it! The Wade-mobile! Look at her, Logan—pure power, pure speed. A sexy beast, just like me!”

Logan stood a few paces away, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with mild disdain. He shook his head, his voice flat and unimpressed.

“You look like an idiot,” Logan said.

Without hesitation, he walked over and grabbed Wade by the back of his collar, yanking him off the car with a gruff grunt. Wade stumbled, barely managing to stay upright as Logan dragged him away, heading straight for the section of the lot where the used pickup trucks were parked.

“Come on, man, live a little!” Wade complained, rubbing the back of his neck as he followed Logan. “We’ve got all this cash, and you’re going for a pickup truck? You’re not a soccer mom.”

Logan’s eyes landed on an old, battered truck with faded paint and a few dings in the side. It looked sturdy, reliable—just the way he liked things. He opened the driver’s side door, inspecting the interior with a thoughtful grunt. The worn leather seats, the lack of fancy electronics—everything about it spoke to him.

“I don’t buy what I don’t need,” Logan said, running his hand over the dashboard. “This has enough room, no fancy electronics. Just how I like it.”

Wade looked utterly flabbergasted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“But… sports cars! Leather seats! Bluetooth everything! Cup holders that hold more cups than you could ever drink from!”

Logan gave him a flat look.

“This does the job. I’m not gonna buy something I’ll hate driving,” Logan said, his tone final.

Wade slumped against the truck, his head hanging in defeat.

“You’re like… an old man stuck in a body that’s technically old but still kinda jacked,” Wade muttered, sulking. “It’s such a waste. This truck screams 'I live in a cabin and don’t talk to people.'”

Logan ignored him and went into the building to buy the car. Wade waited outside, shooting the sports car longing looks. After a while his partner came back.

Logan climbed into the driver’s seat, his movements efficient and calm. The truck’s engine growled to life with a low, rumbling purr, and Logan smirked just a little as he looked over at Wade.

With a resigned sigh, Wade hopped into the passenger seat, his pink Hello Kitty shirt standing out like a sore thumb against the muted, rugged interior of the truck.

“You and your cabin-man aesthetic… Whatever,” Wade muttered, leaning back in his seat. “Just know, when I get my sports car, you’re driving behind me. And I’ll make sure it’s painted Wolverine yellow, just for you.”

Logan didn’t bother responding, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he pulled out of the lot, the old truck rumbling steadily beneath them. Wade, never one to be silent for long, leaned over conspiratorially.

“Next stop, Taco Bell? My treat,” Wade offered.

Logan remained silent, eyes on the road, but Wade took it as a yes.

“That’s the Logan I know and tolerate,” Wade said with a grin.

As they rumbled down the road in the beat-up old truck, Wade continued to chatter away about the missed opportunity of getting a sports car, but Logan was content. Simple, reliable—that’s all he needed. And maybe, just maybe, some peace and quiet.

But with Wade sitting beside him, that last part was a long shot.

[allowmetohityouwithmyreblog]

THIS Is the kind fics I need. We did the Honda odyssey y’all, I’d been darn done. It’s so done that is nothing but ash and confused blinking eyes.

Give me self domesticated Logan

Give me Burger King worker Logan

Give me underpaid PE teacher Logan

Give me Logan reading a book on the couch he’s accidentally clawed to bits, licking his fingers to turn the page, like every textbook old person. Wade making a joke about it, saying he’s become house trained, and Logan actually laughing.

Give me Logan accidentally messing up somebody’s order by clawing a hole in the bag. taking them aside to explain that he has claws, and yeah- sometimes the oil from the fry machine splashes, and it hurts like a bitch on a stick. Sometimes it hurts and his body retaliates by clawing the thing he’s holding. The customer not understanding, or maybe they do, but either way he’s down about it when he gets home. And when he does, his coked up roommate, beautiful princess baby rat dog, and immortal situationship comfort him.

Give me Logan watching the kids during gym play basket ball, teaching kids how to hold footballs- getting too involved in volleyball, and popping the ball, and laughing with the kids when they laugh at him for it. Give me Logan using his abilities not for fighting, but for freeing some kid’s earring from the net, helping cut tags off new gym clothes. Him taking it upon himself to free all the balls lodged in the ceiling, behind the hoop, and under the bleachers. Give me Logan calming down a kid with a scary power, patting them on the back and telling them it’ll be okay- because he has no fear of the kid. Can’t hurt him.

Give me Logan, not just the Wolverine.

I love that wolverine was like “see u NEVER” and the second wade invited him to live in his tiny lil apartment w his blind coke addict roommate and fucked up dog he’s like teehee yea good idea. and the second he stepped foot inside he domesticated himself. on his BEST behavior attitude GONE playing nice w everyone he met bc logan howlett’s biggest desire in his immortal 200+ year life that he will never admit out loud is a home. he can sit at bars and drink and smoke and tell people to fuck off all he wants but the very core of his soul yearns to be a protector and a provider

[donutdrawsthings]

Can we talk about this? I feel like not enough people talk about this happening in the movie

[iwasbored777]

Me when Logan was about to walk away in the end and Wade was like "Logan 🥺" and that's all it took for him to stay... Y'all I can't they love each other so much 😭

[brainrotcharacters]

TW: Wolverine Badonkas

I laughed rewatching because like

[mischievous-thunder]

It still feels surreal that Wade got himself his very own Wolverine who cares deeply. Wade was so smitten that he didn't even care that this one had whiskey dick of the claws. He spent 20 seconds with the man and decided that the smug pretty thing was the one for him.

[wisefoxluminary]

They are living the best domestic life as married husbands (Mary Puppins is their kid)

[shortkinglogan]

Just wade and his three husbands enjoying breakfast with the fam!

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade sitting on the couch watching tv with Al while sharpening all his knives/swords and just cassually calls Logan over and starts sharpening his claws as if sharpening your room mates knife hands is normal.

"Hold still, will ya?"

"Careful! The bases are sensitive!"

"Oh ARE they now? 😏"

"I-... I walked into that one.."

"Oh, you so did."

"Will you two shut the fuck up? Steve Harvey is on!!"

[2blockseast]

i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it (logan howlett x gn reader)

summary: logan adores admiring you before leaving for an early morning job author's note: hi all! this is my first ever post on here-- how exciting! i'm still new to tumblr so please bear with me as i figure everything out. i like writing things based on music i enjoy (mostly their titles), and i thought this would be a fun little drabble to start. i hope you like it :] writing is purposefully in all lowercase. tags: logan howlett x reader, reader's gender not mentioned, fluff, domestic, established relationship word count: 449

i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it

logan hated mornings like this, when he had to wake up early while you stayed in bed sleeping peacefully. it was always because of the x-men: calling him in early for a mission or a meeting before the kids woke up, which was, of course, also before you woke up.

he hated having to leave you before you had woken up. although you would barely notice his absence as you slept, he couldn’t help but feel that he was somewhat abandoning you. you tended to cling onto him like a koala when you slept, and having to push himself out of your embrace only made him feel worse. 

he would slowly and gently pull out of your grasp, often replacing his now vacant side of the bed with a stuffy to keep you company. you would rustle around for a moment, confused by the sudden lack of warmth, but would eventually settle back into your calm slumber. he would smile as he watched you, thinking of how beautiful you were. logan always loved to admire you, but there was a kind of softness that came with doing so as you slept.

logan always made sure to let you know how beautiful you were, but you were often quick to reject his compliments, making jokes about how he was a good liar or about how he must’ve been talking about himself. it hurt him a bit, being able to feel how self-conscious you were despite his attempts to show you otherwise. you were so beautiful, yet so unaware. but when you slept, he could coo at you as much as he wanted without protest.

“you’re so beautiful, baby,” he would say, gently stroking your hair. he would trace the details of your face with his eyes, further committing your beauty to memory. 

“i wish you knew how stunning you were,” he would say, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

he would sit on the edge of the bed complimenting you and kissing your face for several minutes, often making him late to whatever made him get up so early in the first place. despite the x-men’s grumbles about logan being late every early morning, he never cared about being late. looking over you like this had become routine for him, and it always helped him start his day on the right foot. this was like his morning cup of coffee, but 10x sweeter.

as he gave you your final gentle kiss of the morning, you rustled and quietly mumbled: “please don’t go”. 

logan softened, lightly blushing as he stroked your face again. he leaned down and softly kissed your cheek before whispering: “i’ll be back before you know it, beautiful”.

[deadclawdd]

fuck. ☹️

[makingdonalddrumpfagain]

[isthemedia]

Mini idea I may draw or write sometime.

Wade has his “days” where he just sorta is hunkered under the blankets. Doesn’t come out or anything. It’s a combination of his cancer, that his brain won’t shut-up, and just everything feels like static.

Vanessa explains to Logan that he’s not necessarily irritable like this, just he doesn’t really want do much. She also shows that there’s the “yoink area”-demonstrating it by setting some snacks in said area for Wade to just snatch and bring under the blankets.

Logan gets use to this and feels like it’s the least he can do since Wade is always ready to help when he has to deal with his nightmares.

Insert one time, Logan sitting on said bed during one of those moods. Vanessa and Laura over talking and to check on Wade. Only for Logan to lean back juuuust enough into yoinking range-

And with no hesitation Wade tries to drag him under.

Laura and Vanessa cracking up at it cause it happened so fast and a quick “I forgot!” from Logan as he pulled under.

[brainrotcharacters]

Mothers and fuckers of the ketchup and mustard household (I'm going even more insane than usual)

[mischievous-thunder]

Bad, bad Kitty! That's your soulmate!