#logan proposal

[jakegyllenbaalz]

more deadpool and wolverine :3

[petrichora-art]

"the proposal," i say while staring wistfully into the camera.

waiting for the fourth dp movie where this happens and is shown as a ninety second cutaway gag.

[luvrloki]

“the fuck was that? BITCH you think that’s what i do?” he wasn’t playing any games that man was INSULTED

[painting-plural]

Can’t decide which ship you prefer?

Solution:

Polyamory!

Wade would love being squashed between Vic and Logan in bed, and I will not be hearing otherwise!

Wade would surprisingly be a good cook and would try cooking for Victor and Logan but only Logan would eat it--Victor choosing to hunt his food and eat it over a campfire or something.

Wade gets scary dog privileges. Scary dogs in question: Victor and Logan.

To Wade, Victor is Kitten and Logan is Peanut. To Victor, Logan is Runt and Wade is Little Freak or just Freak. Victor and Wade both are just Bub to Logan.

When Victor or Logan lose it and go feral, Wade does the stupid thing and calls out their names and throws their clothes at them--something he learned from certain fairytales that tell how to turn a werewolf back to normal--and what’s even stupider is that it confuses them and grounds them so much, it works.

[felixcatton]

lorelai gilmore and logan huntzberger are the same character in different fonts and once you realize that, you also realize that logan is indeed not the luke to rory's lorelai, but instead, logan is the lorelai to rory's luke. in this essay i will

[24hrsoda]

i love “wade and vanessa realize they can’t be together but they’re happy as friends” and “wade is happy with logan, vanessa is happy with her new man”

but i would also like to propose that They Share Wade

maybe logan and vanessa aren’t a Thing but they grow to care about each other because they both love wade. they also make wade the Kiss Messenger.

vanessa kisses him once, for herself. and then kisses him again on the forehead and is like “that’s for logan. tell him i said hi.” and wade gets to skip alllll the way back home to logan to give him a fat smooch on the forehead and say “that’s from nessa. she says hi.”

and of course next time wade goes to see vanessa, logan’s gotta kiss him on the cheek and be like “that’s for vanessa. tell her i said hey.”

and of course wade thoroughly enjoys it.

[brainrotcharacters]

On one knee, Wade? Your voice sounds rough and sincere as you're promising something to him on one knee? Really?

[nbicat]

thinkin'.. 💍

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I didn't get to play the Act 3 update so this is how I'm coping until Nov 2nd :^) commissioned one of my favorite artists @ caacatte (ko-fi/etsy)!! They have such a wonderful style and are amazing to work with, I highly recommend! 🫶🏻

[sig-nifier]

Poolverine marriage proposal fic?

Wade ducks his head into the crook of Logan’s neck, breaths long and deep. It’s warm in the space here, and his nightmare riddled, sleep-plagued mind thinks he’d quite like to move in. “Marry me?” He murmurs, lips pressed to the skin. Logan sighs. “Ask me properly.” - The one where Wade asks five times for Logan to marry him, and the one time Logan says yes.

here u go anon! soz it took a while and its a lil short but i hope u like it :)

[banneriscarried]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Deadpool (Movieverse), X-Men (Movieverse), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson, Past Vanessa Carlysle/Wade Wilson - Relationship, Past Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers - Relationship Characters: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), Wade Wilson, Vanessa Carlysle, Dogpool | Mary Puppins (Deadpool Movies), Blind Al (Deadpool), Peter W. (Deadpool Movies), various minor/background characters, Mentioned X-Men Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Falling In Love, Enemies to Lovers, I think this counts?, Alternate Universe - The Proposal (2009) Fusion, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not beta'd we die like Nicepool, From Murder You Dumb Fuck Summary:

“We’re getting married.”

  It wasn’t very often that Wade couldn’t find the words that fit a situation. There weren’t many sentences that he couldn’t turn into a joke, a pun, an innuendo, something to lighten the mood, to earn laughter or groans from whoever was unfortunate enough to be in the same room as him. The one thing Wade prided himself on above anything else, no matter how many people told him to shut up, was his motormouth.

  The same motormouth that was now silent.

 Get your special sock out nerds, it's happening. Deadpool & Wolverine Proposal AU. I really hope you like romcoms as much as I do, because this is gonna be an experience.

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[emmafallsinlove]

recently i’m thinking about how both of rory’s lovers left her on her graduation day. first it was jess who literally went without saying goodbye, end up not taking her to prom and didn’t showed up for her graduation. but he was 17 and he didn’t know better. and later it was logan, who proposed and when rory had told him “i love you, i love the idea of being married to you but i can’t do it right now at this moment” literally gave her an ultimatum - marry me or else. he was 25 but acted like a literal child at this moment. and i hate it because rory worked so hard for both of these moments, especially for the second one, after having a meltdown and taken a time off and yet, her boyfriend, the person who told her “you base your decision based on what you want for you” left her because she didn’t wanna marry him right at 22 when she graduates, and it sucks.

[petrichora-art]

of course i'll redraw the scene with the dog and the phone, how could i not?

[monstrcatz]

GUYS??? NEW THOMAS SANDERS INCORRECT QUOTES VIDEO?? LOGAN CALLED VIRGIL, VIRGE??

[splendidlyinlove]

O’Knutzy Week Day 1!!!!!

I’m not late because I said so also time is a concept. A huge thank you to @oknutzyweek2023 for organizing this fest and to the lovely @lumosinlove for the creation of these characters!!! 

Day 1 Prompt: Smile 

CW for mentions of food/drink and depictions of internalized homophobia/negative self talk

When Logan was four years old smiles were as simple as breathing. He was all scraped knees and grubby fingers, trailing behind his three (which comes after two and before five…he thinks) older sisters. All he knew was dress up and pirates and that was enough for him.  

He had lost his first tooth last Tuesday, La Petite Souris had reimbursed him kindly with several shiny new coins. He had run down the stairs with them clasped in his hand and shouted “Look!” at his maman. His cheeks were round and rosy, indents from the pillowcase still stretching across them, and smiling so hard it almost hurt. There was still blue on his lips from where he had accidentally drawn on his mouth with a marker while rubbing his eye and his mouth made a faint whistling sound when he exhaled through his teeth. His maman smiled back. And that was how life worked at four. 

Smiling was a language like French or English. On humid summer days in France, he and his sisters would sit on sticky hardwood floors and sound out vowels through box fans. The giggles and smiles were I love yous, just with fewer syllables. His sisters forced him into dresses and called him gross, but it was okay. They smiled at him like he was theirs forever and he trusted them enough to know it was true. 

Smiles were opening presents on Christmas and jumping through the sprinkler outside. They were storytime and birthday cakes and good night kisses. They were stitched onto his favorite stuffed animals and frozen in time in pictures covering the wall on their stairway. 

One time he snuck out of bed to sit on the stairs and watch TV through the railing over the backs of his parents’ heads. The man on the TV looked sad and said a lot of big words. He didn’t smile much, he said something about life not making sense. Logan didn’t understand that. Living was about love and love was where home was and home was where he smiled most. 

There was a creak from behind him and when he turned around he saw Noelle smiling while holding her finger up to her mouth with a silent shh. Logan smiled back when she sat down next to him. Yeah, it all seemed pretty simple to him. 

___

At thirteen years old the world was not simple. It was messy and confusing, it was like someone had paint splattered across walls and asked him what the shapes spelled out. Logan didn't know, and they would smile. But not the smiles that he was used to, no, smiles were different now. 

Smiles could be sharp, pointed weapons. Looks shared between boys with letterman jackets across the halls, the ringing laughter after a slam against lockers. Dirty jokes, ego, us vs. them politics, mental gymnastics, I know you are but what am I?, thinly veiled insults, banter, and “locker room talk.” 

There was a sense of panic building up inside Logan that he couldn’t pinpoint. He smiled along, though he could feel it not reaching his eyes. Did they see it not reaching his eyes? Is his hair weird? His shirt feels too small, why’d he wear this today? Purple is a stupid color. Stupid. This is stupid. He’s stupid. 

He walked into his algebra class and sat down next to some boy he didn't recognize with a huff. 

“Bad day?” 

Logan’s head snapped to look at him. “Huh?” 

“I was just wondering if you were okay. You seem…grumpy.” 

And then the boy smiled at him. He smiled. 

His eyes crinkled up at the corners and the freckles on his cheeks stretched out. There was a light that seemed to shine outwards from his irises, his hair looked soft and his jaw was somewhere between round and angular. Logan wanted to reach out and touch, and why did his stomach feel like-? 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

Smiles always had teeth, but they had never bitten until then. Logan didn't smile back, he clenched the feeling between his fists and made it as small as it could be. 

___

Finn was something impossible. He was a broken clock right three times a day, a city with no people, lightning in a bottle, a tsunami with no casualties, dressed in socks with Adidas slides and brown eyes that felt like a sacrament.  

He gave smiles away like old furniture. Here, you’ll get more use out of this than I will. He was unguarded and open and free and if Logan was honest Finn terrified him. Finn was the sun. Logan could already feel his eyes burning, he really should look away, but oh, didn’t it feel so good to be warm?  

Logan was cool green stares with walls miles high surrounding them. But, Finn was well equipped with inside jokes, memorized coffee orders, delirious late nights, no-look passes, adrenaline highs, and shared greasy breakfasts. Finn poked and prodded at the hard shell Logan had so carefully put together over four years. Slowly, piece by piece it wore down, floating like wilted flower petals to the floor. Logan could feel himself loosen, feel the tense muscles relax, his fists unclench. 

At seventeen, inside a rundown frat house, in their messy, poorly decorated room, Logan couldn't help himself. He smiled, but he swore it didn't mean I love you. It didn’t.  

___

Leo was simple. He was like thunder after lightning and the rainbow after a storm. He made sense, slotted into place like he always belonged. He was loud sort of quiet, he had a presence about him that you didn't realize how much room it encompassed until it wasn’t there. 

Leo let Logan talk. Just talk. And the best part is he would listen. Logan felt heard when Leo was around, Finn listened too but sometimes he didn’t understand. Maybe it was because, for Logan, English never seemed to be a good medium for explanation, it always seemed one size too small. Leo understood, though, both in English and French. Leo could read between the lines, sometimes Logan didn't have to say anything at all. And that, that was ecstasy in itself. Logan could get so tired of explaining, sometimes he just wanted to be. 

If Finn was the sun and Logan was the moon, then Leo was the night sky. Vast and all-consuming in a quiet sort of way, comforting like a blanket, pretty to look at. God, was he pretty to look at. 

In a hotel room in a city that Logan had visited several times but never got to know, Leo answered a knock on the door and brought in a tray. He picked a mug up off of it and handed it to Logan. 

“Here, I got you some mint tea.” 

Logan smiled. He couldn’t lie to himself this time, he knew it meant I love you. And didn’t that just make it all the more tragic? 

___

Smiles weren’t as simple as breathing, they were as simple as atoms. They made up everything around Logan and were everywhere. Logan would wake up and smile, eat breakfast and smile, pay taxes and smile. He would stay up late in the night with Leo, fighting with insomnia together and he would wake up sleep deprived and the happiest he's ever been.  Finn would come home from a run sweaty and hug him and it would be gross, and disgusting, and really, Logan should be screaming in terror but, against all odds there he was smiling. 

It was convoluted, but then again, it was the most understandable thing to ever happen. He was right when he was four, smiles meant I love you and there was so much love to give. In the dead of night, in the blazing afternoon, love was exchanged like playground, pinky-swear promises. Logan would keep every one. 

He had been planning it for months, he nearly wore a hole in the rug from the pacing back and forth. He sat in front of them on a blanket in the middle of a field and pushed two small velvet boxes toward each of them, along with letters that bared his soul. He had opted for letters instead of some big speech, he was terrified of not getting the words out right and of switching to French halfway through. Words had always been Finn’s department anyway. 

They both looked back up at him with tears in their eyes.

Logan smiled and said, “I love you.” 

They knew, of course they knew. Logan said it out loud anyway. 

___

The wedding was a summer affair, chairs were set outside by a big tree. Finn had put on sunscreen in preparation. 

“This is a setup” he had said. Logan and Leo had laughed so hard that they almost fell off the bed. 

“I don’t see what’s so funny about it.” It would have sounded serious if Finn wasn’t smiling, and he was smiling. 

After a coughing fit Leo gathered himself enough to say, “You don’t want to marry us outside, Finn?” 

Finn paused at that. He was still smiling but it changed into something soft yet sure, like faith. 

“I’d marry you anywhere and nowhere at all.” 

So it was settled. The wedding would be outside, and if Finn had more freckles on his nose during their honeymoon, it would be a burden Logan and Leo would gladly carry. However, the sunscreen turned out to be unnecessary. Dark clouds had rolled in and rain trickled down around them. 

It was perfect, unexpected, but perfect. Like a child, they loved the moment anyway. There was no world where it could be bad, because it was theirs, and it was them, and they were together, and wouldn’t that always be beautiful? 

They got married in the rain with wet hair in front of all of their friends and family. Their smiles said I do well before their mouths did, and though Leo and Logan would miss Finn’s extra freckles, it was a small sacrifice. 

___

The hospital room was white and smelled sterile. It was much different from the shade of pink that the guest bedroom in their house had been painted. 

Daughter. 

You’re having a daughter. 

Logan had been drowning in shades of pink for four months and he never wanted it to stop. He wanted tea parties, and race cars, and doll houses, and dress up, and pirates, and math homework, and sleepless nights, and play pretend. He wanted it all. He put all of his excited energy into planning the nursery and buying toys. Now, sitting between Finn and Leo in hospital room chairs, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He bounced his leg up and down and tapped his fingers on the armrest, Finn and Leo had grabbed his hands several times to get him to stop. 

Time seemed to stop when the door opened. A nurse walked in holding a bundle of blankets. 

“You ready to hold your baby girl?” 

Before Logan could process, the baby was placed into his arms. She was the tiniest thing he’d ever seen, with a button nose and round cheeks. She fussed a bit, her arms wiggling and feet kicking, and for a moment her eyes opened the smallest amount. 

Two pairs of green eyes met.

And Logan cried.

But mostly he just smiled. 

[icarusredwings]

Unpopular opinion, but I like Wade's nasty yellow eyes.

The ones where he doesn't even have pupils and the man just reeks of insanity? Im not sure how or why they're yellow. My best guess would he his powers+ cancer trying to take them or his immune system is on overdrive, so his body quite literally ate them thinking they were an intruder (which is a real condition since we all have this protien that keeps our eyes safe from our body trying to get rid of them)

Anywho, I added some more to this, fixed it up a little. If you point out a secret Easter egg, you get a cookie

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Born to write about Virgil spoiling sugar baby Logan forced to write about complex ancient civilizations