#i don't know i just don't think logan/wade are end game. logan has got way too much other stuff going on to wind up with wade.

[sciderman]

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[logansdoll]

jim beam

navigating life in a new universe was already a bit of a struggle for Logan... and Wade just had to make it worse (or far, far, far better) by giving him a "house-warming gift".

CW: suggestive, profanity, takes place after the events of Deadpool 3, Wade is actually really hard to write for, Logan deserves the world, comfort, angst if you squint, etc.

"Honey, I'm home!" Wade loudly sang, kicking open the door to Logan's apartment with a dramatic flourish.

"Fuck me," Logan groaned from his spot on the couch, closing his eyes and allowing his head to lull back with annoyance.

This defeated the entire purpose of why he got his own apartment in the first place.

To avoid these types of interactions with the most persistently, consistently annoying asshole in the entire multiverse.

"Now, now, is that any way to talk to the friend who's about to bring your long lost lover back from the dead?" Wade tutted, skipping into the living room, taking notice of the bottle of liquor resting in Logan's hand.

'So it's that kinda morning...'

"Jim Beam at 10 am on a Tuesday?" he noted, "Well, I guess it's five o'clock nowhere... so have at it."

"What did you just say?" Logan sat up straight, brows furrowed as he focused on Wade's previous statement.

"Alcoholics everywhere salute you for taking your liver where no organ has gone before."

"Wade."

"I'm honestly starting to believe you do it for the love of the game rather than the expositional, look how sad he is plot device the author is currently using... I mean, seriously? Can we skip past all this bullshit and get to the—"

Quickly, Logan grabbed him by the front of his suit, yanking him closer with an angrily confused expression.

"If anything besides a goddamn answer comes out of your mouth... I will stab you in the face," he growled, spelling out each syllable to further his point. "What the hell do you mean bring her back from the dead?"

To Logan, you were everything

The sun. The moon. The air. The clouds.

Despite seeing all the horrible thing he'd done, and knowing firsthand just how much of an asshole he could be, you still smiled at him.

No matter how many times he pushed you away, you were relentless.

Keeping his room together while he was away finding himself.

Making him meals when you noticed he he'd gone without eating.

Forcing him to take breathers after intense sessions in the Danger Room.

For the longest, he couldn't wrap his head around someone like you caring about a jackass like him.

Until he got fed up and just outright asked.

But, as if nothing, you answered:

"Your past makes think you don't deserve love, Logan," you started, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned up against the counter. "You storm around here with a rude ass attitude and a smart mouth hoping to convince me of that... but if anything, you're only making it worse for yourself."

You smiled, looking up at him with a glint in your eye that sent shocks running down his spine.

"Because in my heart of hearts I know you're a man who wants care and attention, just like everybody else."

With a chuckle, you rested a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"And I'll keep shovin' dinners down your throat until you realize that."

Despite having everyone else fooled, you saw right through him, and true to your word, you didn't give up.

With every made bed, every meal, every conversation, Logan felt himself falling deeper into your charm, and over a glass of Jim Beam did he finally realize that he was in love with you.

But, like everything else he cared about in this world, you were taken away from him.

Unable to find your body in the rubble of the mansion, he looked high and low, quite literally going to the ends of the Earth to find you.

But after years of searching with nothing to show for it, he returned to the bottle, drowning himself in sorrow and regret.

Or, at least... until now.

"Well, according to the manual, she's not exactly dead, but she is unconscious," Wade answered, matter-of-factly.

"Unconscious?" Logan's brows furrowed, still quite confused.

Freeing himself from the man's grip, Wade stood up, going back around the couch and pulling out a small tablet from his pocket.

"See, I've noticed your humble abode could use a little sprucing, so I went back to our buddies at the TVA and kindly reminded them that you saved the multiverse and, godammnit, you deserve a reward."

"Get to the fuckin' point, jackass," Logan spat, turning to face him.

"So they sent some men back to your universe and found your girl!" Wade cheered, opening up a portal and reaching his hand in, pulling out a cryo-chamber with you inside.

The moment Logan's eyes met your sleeping face, all color and vibrancy seemed to return to the world.

He was at a loss for words.

You were here... not some dream or hallucination of guilt... but actually, truly, physically here.

"Apparently, some science fuckers were keeping her in a black site and testing to see how long she could go without aging. I won't bore you with the details," Wade explained, pulling out a small knife from his boot. "Now, let's break this bad boy open and meet the future Mrs. Wolverine!"

Before Logan could stop him, Wade stabbed the keypad at the side of the chamber, opening the door and sending you falling forward.

In an instant, Logan dropped his bottle and leaped over the couch, catching you just before you could face-plant on the hardwood floor.

"Watch it!" Logan roared, less than happy that you'd only been there for about three minutes and Wade had already almost broken your nose.

"I am so sorry!" Wade gasped, his hands slapping his cheeks in shock. "I didn't think she'd actually fall out the chamber when they told me she'd fall out the chamber... Nice save, though, Romeo."

Turning you over, Logan cupped your cheek, the chill of your skin already beginning to warm.

But you were still out cold, limp in his grasp as he held you close to his chest.

"She's not waking up..." Logan noticed, brows furrowed. "Why the hell isn't she waking up?"

"Easy there, tiger. They told me how long it takes varies from person to person," Wade assured, shutting the portal. "Some take minutes, others hours. It could be a couple of days before she even opens her eyes."

An expression of solemnity slid over Logan's face as he gazed over yours, your skin still so flesh colored, it looked as if you were sleeping.

Just as soft and tender as he remembered.

And he had full intentions on keeping it that way.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he ghosted his hand over your cheek.

In that moment, he swore to himself that he'd never leave you again.

He'd be a friend, a bodyguard, a lover, whatever you wanted, but no matter his title, anything that wanted to harm you would have to do so over his dead body.

And even then he'd force himself to get back up and fight.

This world was giving him a second chance at life, a second chance at a life with you, and he'd be damned if he let anything ruin it.

Suddenly, you took in an aggressive gasp, scaring the shit out of Wade as your eyes snapped open.

"Holy fucking shit nuggets!" he jolted, jumping from his spot across he room as Logan allowed his shoulders to sink, mumbling a quiet thanks to whatever god or deity brought you back to him.

Feeling a strong set of arms cradling you, you looked up, solace setting into your bones at the sight of the familiar man before you, who was unable to stop the few joyful tears escaping his eyes.

"Logan—"

Without a moment's hesitation, his lips were on yours, making up for what felt like a lifetime of loss by dumping all of his passion, all of his love, all of his devotion into one Earth shattering kiss.

You melted into it seamlessly, your hand finding home in his scruffy hair as he pulled you flush against him, clutching you with a death grip.

Donning a cheeky smile under his mask, Wade turned away to give you both a moment, thought not without making a crude sex gesture behind his back.

'I don't think Miss (Y/N)/Girl Sitting At Home Reading This is gonna be able to walk tomorrow...'

With a gasp, the two of you separated, Logan's hand raising to cup your cheek, relishing how easily you leaned into him.

"(y/n)... I thought I lost you," he panted, his eyes scouring over your face, committing every detail to memory.

"For a while, you did," you sighed with a grin, carding a hand through the few gray strands in his hair, before comparing them to your own. "Time looks good on you."

He chuckled, quietly relieved you still found him attractive after all these years.

Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled the man into a bone crushing hug, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm not really sure what happened... or how I'm alive..." you weakly laughed, starting to get choked up. "But I know that if you go out drinking without me ever again, I'm putting your head on a spike."

Instantly, Logan's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you reverently as if he let go for one moment, the powers that be would part him from you.

"I swear on my life... I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

[waywardsou2]

Deadpool and Wolverine Post movie head canons

Because the brain bugs have a hold on me like the spirits had on Dr Facilier at the end of Princess and the Frog I have been pulled from my writer's block slumber and into the deep end of a pool filled with blood known as the Wolverine and Deadpool movie. Enjoy!

- They share the same bed. Al does not have enough room in her apartment for another room or bed for that matter. She barely had enough room for Wade let alone Logan too. So they share a bed. Logan was happy to sleep on the couch or even the floor of he came to it but Wade wouldn't hear of it.

- Logan is the type of guy to roll onto his side with his arms crossed across his chest and to wake up laying on-top of Wade or even holding onto him in some way

- Wade and Logan both have nightmares. Often waking one another up. But instead of talking about it and maybe trying to seek council in one another they ignore the nightmares by playing drinking games to see who can get shit faced and pass out first. Of course the alcohol loosens lips and they end up taking about it anyway. But they get so drunk they don't remember anything in the morning.

- Logan has stabbed Wade a few times in their sleep for a number of reasons: nightmares, Wade was talking and wouldn't shut up, Wade was sleep talking and wouldn't shut up, Logan was having an extra nice dream (if you catch my drift)

- Logan is usually awake first so he often makes breakfast. He makes it for Al and Wade. Doesn't really even consider the fact that he needs to eat. He's just thinking about his new family. He usually drinks a whole bottle before breakfast is finished. And every single time Wade halves whatever is in his plate and shoves it over to Logan making him eat. He is petulant about it but it's never not endering.

- Logan and Wade's life is mostly domestic now and they honestly don't know what to do with themselves. Wade picks up a few jobs here and there but now that Logan has slowed down he's really skittered to a halt. Moving through life slowly. Without a purpose but he doesn't feel lost. With Wade...he can just be

- Wade and Logan share a room, they share a closet, they share a bathroom. Literally everything is a mix between Logan's shit and Wade's shit. There is no distinction.

- Logan often helps Wade with his self esteem. It was very obvious to Logan very quickly that Wade has a lot of issues with his looks. Often wearing hoodies or big beanies to hide his face. Even if he isn't going out of the house. Logan tries to help him to relax but it's hard, for both of them.

- Once as a dare Wade convinced Logan to trip his beard using his claws. He wanted to see if he actually could and he did! It was the most hilarious thing Wade had ever seen and though he won't admit it Logan thought it was pretty funny too.

That's all I got for now but if I think of anymore then I'll be sure to create a new one and add the link. Lmk some of your headcanons for these beautiful boys.

[icarusredwings]

"... How many did you check?"

"Huh?"

They're on the couch. Wade is playing a game on his phone, his feet pulled up on the couch and is squished between Logan and the side of the couch. Not because he has to be. But because he wants to be.

"Check what?" He mutters, going back to the game. Logan sits there with an empty beer bottle sat between his legs, a rerun of two broke girls playing infront of them, puppins sprawled out on the other cushion in a way that should technically hurt her spine if it wasnt for the fact she could regenerate.

"The other me's."

"Oh.. uh, i dont know. A lot?"

"... so not all of them?" He asks, quiet and refuses to look at Wade, staring mindlessly at the blue light.

"Mmh, guess not. You know the first you was really cute and little. I felt like it was a crime to take him away from there, though. He wouldn't be able to reach the top of the counter here." Wade snickers, thinking this was quite funny, describing it as if taking an animal away from its natural habitat.

"..cute?"

"Well- Yeah. They were all cute. Some more so hot but always cute. He was so little. The widdle guy had to jump off a stool and im shocked he didn't break a leg!" He snorts.

The silence from Logan made him suddenly pause, glancing at him in the corner of his eye. "....why do you ask?"

"I just.. You chose me because I didn't instantly try to kill you right?"

He shrugs. "I guess so? I mean.. I just needed one to say they'll help me... you smiled at me.."

What broke Logan's heart more is that.. he didn't remember that. He didn't remember anything other than telling him he wasn't interested, trying to draw his claws, and then somehow ended up with his clothes changed and on a floor. That whole first day or so was spotty.

"I did..didn't I?" But the question sounds more like he was questioning himself rather then Wade.

By now, He had died in his game, looking at Logan with a concered face. One Logan refused to even acknowledge. He didn't want the last thing he saw be Wade's sad glossy white puppy eyes.

"Yes.. you did. You looked at me like.. you were excited I was going to kill you. And then you grabbed it and chugged a half a bottle in one go.... Is.. something wrong?"

The silence between them got thicker, and thicker, until it felt like Wade couldn't breathe. He swallowed nervously as Logan hesitantly opened his mouth.

"...I wanna go home, Wade.."

"What? But.. heh.. Peanut we... You are home. This is your home." He says, wondering just how drunk he was, but something in his gut told him he wasn't.

"I need to go back to my universe."

His eyes widdened, sitting up as he shoves the phone into the side of the couch. "What!? W-why?? I thought.. you said you would stay. A-and you heard that Tva lady I need a wolverine. I need... you." He states, already feeling the panic setting in.

He shook his head, looking away. "No.. no you don't. Find a different one then. A better one."

This is when the tears began to well. "What are you talking about??" He wasn't dumb. He knew when he was being broken up with, the same exact thing came out of Nathan's mouth. 'I need to go back to my time, Wade. I miss my daughter... and whike you're like my wife.. you aren't.' He had told him. What was it with metal men abandoning him for other places in space and time? Though he wanted Logan to say it. That he didn't want to be together anymore. That he would rather let Wade's world collapse and die then stay with him in this timeline.

"Exactly what I said. You said you didn't check them all. So check the others. Find one better then me. And then when you do, Let me know and Ill leave.." he says, his grip tightening on the bottle.

Everything flips. His heart, his stomach, his mind. Logan wasn't leaving him to die. He was leaving so HE could die. He didn't see what value Wade had in him, that there was clearly a better option.

Its now that Wade's tears are swapped for anger.

"You moron!!" He says, standing up from the couch as he stands in front of him. "How stupid can you possibly be!??"

Now Logan looks at him. "..." he's quiet and confused. This wasn't how he planned this to go..

"I was beaten, bloody, mauled, and you think I would trade them for you!? I picked YOU! You fucking idiot!!" For once it's Wade who growls, frustrated that he even thought hed agree to such a plan.

"But you said.."

"Logan! Stop! Usually im the dumb one but you're making a fool of yourself! Do you really think I'd agree to that!? I'm not going out shopping for a new one when my favorite one is already infront of me!" He yells at him the way Logan did when wade called himself ugly.

"Ho-how do you know if Im your favorite if you haven't seen all of your options?"

"What? Logan im not shopping for a new vacuum!? You're a person! A living breathing person who has his own thoughts and feelings. Thoughts and feelings that drive me up the wall to the point were not allowed to shower together anymore because we make too much noise!!"

Swallowing, the tears in Logans eyes start to fall, staring at him as if genuienly upset from the shouting. It felt weird for Wade to be so pissed off at him... it wasn't right.. felt very wrong actually.

"But that's.. th-thats just sex.."

"OH MY GOD!" he groans, rubbing his face with his hands before clapping them together, leaning down to stare him in those big ocean eyes of his.

"I love you. YOU. This version in particular. The one sitting on my couch right this second. The one that leaves the toilet seat up and who scares away the rats with his snoring! Capiche?! Entiendo? O tengo que golpearte con una zapatilla?!"

Hearing this, Puppin's eyes flung open, immediately jumping off the couch and going to lay in her corner with her pillow, Looking at wade with her tail tucked. Logan could sense the animal's fear, his own neck hairs standing up a bit, feeding off of her scent of sudden obedience and fear.

Staring at him, dumbfound, Logan swallows.

"...S-si?"

"Bueno. You've been taking your lessons. That little green bird will kill you, ya know. And so will Laura if she finds out you lost your streak." Wade warns, knowing damn well he didn't understand half of that.

He nods again, a bit frozen as Wade snatches the bottle from his hands, going to the kitchen to throw it out only to grab him a water. Coming back, He climbed onto his lap.

Putting the water down, he grabs his face, connecting their foreheads. He tries to pull away out of reaction but wade grips his chops.

"I will never, EVER, replace you. Do you understand? Im nerotic and manic remember? If I wanted another wolverine id find one. But I don't. I want you. As yourself. Sorry kitten, but from the second you smiled at me in that van, I done decided you're never getting rid of me without killing me first. So deal with it. Now hold me, kiss me, and tell me that you don't want to leave." He demands, pulling the mans hands to his hips and waist.

Swallowing again, his arms tighten around him, pulling him close. Kissing him, Wade wraps his arms around his neck, being sure to give him a good one.

Pulling away, Logan opens his mouth. "But.. what if-"

So wade kisses him again.

"Wade I-"

And again.

"...."

"You done?"

"...are you su-?"

And again...

"If the next words out of your mouth isn't 'I love you' I'm going to get Al's slipper." He threatens.

This is the moment when he finally understands. Wade could have easily picked whichever one he wanted up and threw it through a portal to the Tva. The tva could have forced whichever Logan to stay in wades universe. No, he probably wouldn't have been on this couch, but he could have chosen any of them, and yet he chose him. Chose to bring him back to this dingy apartment, introduced him to his mother figure of a coke addict grandma, and fed him. Held him. Taught him about things his world didn't have, accept him as he is, love him for him.

He's already decided that he would be loyal to this Wade until he didn't want him anymore. It was his duty. A scuffy stinky sad man, all alone, given a home, a bath, food, and well- the best sex he had in years, but that was besides the point.

Wade chose him. Like picking up a stray dog and making him part of the family (which.. he also did with Puppins)

Logan didn't understand how Wade had such a big heart when given so much damage but he knew one thing. Wade was doing his part. And he said he wasnt getting rid of him either.

Well guess what Wade Wilson? Consider your freaky ways of affection matched because it was here and now that Logan decided to protect him until his last breath. From evil mental or physical, from pain that came from within or from the hand of another, from loneliness, himself, and all of time that wished to tear him away from him.

Logan had the claws to hold on, and Wade had the hips that couldn't be wounded from the grip. He was known to always catch his prey. To hold on and not let go for anything.

Well then lets fucking go. Try us, Universe. Because this is his Wade. With his scent, his shirt on, and in HIS lap. And he'd be damned if he let anyone take it from him a second time.

"I love you." He says, genuine.

The man smiles, caressing his cheek. "I love you too. MY wolvie." Another peck before reaching over for his phone in the cough, staying on his lap as he played it behind his head.

"Besides. I wouldn't let anyone take you away from me anyway. I'd put 50 new holes in'em and shove my boot up every one. Just as Vanessa's ex boyfriend. Ha!! Oh... that was fun.." he muttered, letting him hold him for as long as he needed.

Logan smirked, shaking his head with a huff from his nose. Yeah.. this little freak was his. Get your own. And he'd vow to stay with him until the end of time ... eventually.. when ever he got the balls to pop THAT question..

A blush comes onto his face as he catches himself with the idea. "....Shit."

Thinking about Worst Wolvie getting insecure and asking wade if he's still going to love him when he's so old that his beard is overgrown, pure white, and he can't get it up anymore only for wade to tell him that he was willing to choke on old man Logan's wrinkly balls but he told him to get off his property by uhh blowing a double shot gun into his stomach before he could even ask. "But that's still pretty hot, right? Metaphoric, in a way. Like he wanted to pump 2 loads in me but couldn't. Ha!! Oh I know what were doing tonight!"

Logan just sits here for a second, blinking. "Wait you what??"

"Tonight were gonna-"

"No.. the other thing. Old man me??"

"Yeah, when I was looking for you, almost all of the other yous beat the shit out of me. And then I got beat up by the Hulk, and then there was this really weird one where everyone was dead, and it was raining bl-"

"He shot you?"

"Huh? That's the part you're struggling with? Well, yeah. There was this nice little cabin and a dog on the porch. The second I put my foot on the porch, he shot me."

"But you said... that you'd still like him?"

Wade blinks now too, confused as to why Logan wasnt getiting the concept that he'd fuck any of hims as long as it was still him.

"Honey badger, are you blind or did you hit your head on the way home? Of course I'd fuck that old geezer!! Until his adanatium hips broke!"

"U-until his hips broke??"

Wade smiles and boops him in the nose. "Till. His. Hips. Broke. Shattered. Kablooey! So to awnser your question, Yes ill still like you even when you get wrinkly old man dick."

"Oh.."

He leaves this interaction not knowing if he feels better about the situation or not- Knowing that Wade would fuck him limp dicked and all until he couldn't anymore was nice but the fact he said it like this made him wonder if he'd choose him in a room full of variants... no.. probably not. He was the worst wolverine. Bottom of the barrel.

Though... He'd chose this Wade out of a hoard of deadpool variants. He did already once, but he would. Everytime. And he'd find him too because this Wade smelled like him. Claimed with scent. And if any others wanted to reclaim him, they'd have to fight him for it.