#logan wolverine

[nightwatchhboy]

This ship needs a bigger fandom

Chill out man, nobody's taking them from you!

Some feral!wolverine content hehe.

[velvet4510]

Just realized all of Patrick Stewart’s Charles’ onscreen deaths - including the X3 fakeout - are at the hands of evil alter egos of his surrogate children.

In X3, he’s “killed” by the Phoenix, the evil doppelganger of his surrogate daughter Jean.

In Logan, he’s killed by X-24, the evil doppelganger of his surrogate son Logan.

In Dr. Strange 2, he’s killed by the MCU’s Scarlet Witch, the evil doppelganger of his surrogate daughter (and actual stepdaughter) Wanda.

And all three of his surrogate kids in these situations are left thinking - and in Logan’s case, saying - “it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me.”

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

Wade wearing this shirt while staring at Logan

[thenewestxmen]

Wade walks into the living room.

Wade: I may or may not have just been stabbed.

Logan perks up.

Logan: who. Now.

Wade: no one. I was trying to cut up an avocado but I dropped the knife.

Logan visibly gets a headache.

Logan: sweetie, I told you, let’s be more careful. Even though you heal, it still means that I have to clean up the blood. And smell it. And touch it. I don’t want that.

Wade: ok

He deadpans (literally him) and turns away.

Logan’s brow twitches.

Logan’s thoughts: man that juicy ass- -

Sorry! Wrong thought!

Logan’s thoughts: what the fuck was that…

Logan gets up and follows Wade. He’s in the kitchen and Logan sees the knife. It’s stained red and Wade stares at the place the wound just was.

Logan: you want me to kiss the boo boo, don’t you?

Wade turns with tears in his eyes 

Wade: I want you to kiss the boo boo.

[adnauseum11]

Adorable!

hiiii omg i love your writing. no pressure but a request ! logan has a date planned, maybe for valentine’s day, or an anniversary, or just for no reason. and the reader doesn’t feel well (i’m chronically ill myself and get intermittent aches and ailments but the reader doesn’t have to be… just anything that keeps her in bed) so they have to stay in? and logan is of course a sweetheart about it, doting and lovely etc, insisting on caring for her. i just think he’d be so sweet 🥺 - marshmallowmusing 🤍

— always taking care of you.

pairing: logan howlett x reader

summary: logan cancels your anniversary plans to care for you, making it so clear that for him doesn't matter where—but who. word count: 1.1k

notes: hii sweetie!! thank you very much, makes me so happy to know that you like my writing <3 and I'm sorry it took me so long to write this, really sorryy!! I loved your request sm and I'm so sorry about your chronic ill, it's so hard :( I hope I write it how you wanted and that you like it 🫶 (I love sweet and caring logan btw)

This day had been planned for weeks. Logan had set everything up—not that he’d let you in on every little detail. He liked keeping things quiet, liked the idea of surprising you. But today was special, and he wanted to do it right.

A little trip somewhere private, something comfortable and just for the two of you. Then dinner—something fancier than usual, but not too much, just enough to make you smile. He’d worked all day thinking about it, about how you’d look, about how your face would light up when he told you what he had planned.

So when he finally stepped through the cabin door, heavy boots thudding against the wooden floor, he exhales, rolling his shoulders, his body still warm from a day's work, the cool evening air clinging to his flannel. He's expecting to find you up and getting ready, maybe fixing your hair, slipping into something nice for the dinner he planned. Instead, the cabin is quiet, the place so still. No soft music playing, no sound of you moving around. Just the crackle of the fireplace and the quiet hush of the evening.

And then he sees you.

Curled up in bed, hands over your eyes, the way your body sinks into the mattress tells him everything before you even stir. His brows furrow.

“Hey, darlin’,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “What’s goin’ on? Why aren’t you ready yet?”

You shift slightly, your breath catching, like even the sound of his voice is too much. His concern deepens, and within a second, he’s crouched beside you, rough fingers brushing over your forehead.

“Headache?” he guesses, already knowing the answer.

You nod slowly, voice small. “Yeah, It's my migraine. It’s bad. My body, too.”

That part tugs at something deep in his chest. He exhales, rubbing a slow, grounding touch along your arm. He hates seeing you in pain—hates knowing there’s nothing he can do to take it from you.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice thick with guilt. “I know you had everything planned. I just—”

Logan huffs, shaking his head before you can finish. “None of that,” he says firmly, voice soft but unyielding. He takes your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, lingering there for a second. “Ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, sweetheart. Plans don’t mean a damn thing if you’re hurtin’.”

You try to blink up at him, but even the dim glow of the room feels sharp. He frowns, tugging off his jacket and kicking off his boots before climbing into bed beside you. He shifts carefully, pulling you against him, letting you bury yourself into his warmth. His fingers slip into your hair, massaging slow, soothing strokes against your scalp.

For a while, he just stays like that, holding you, steady and sure. His body runs hot, solid and safe, and you melt into him, exhaustion tugging at you.

At some point, he murmurs, “When’s the last time you ate somethin’?”

You groan, tucking your face against his chest. “Logan—”

“I’ll take that as a no.” He’s already moving before you can protest, shifting out of bed and heading toward the kitchen. “Stay put.”

You hear him rummaging around, grumbling under his breath, something about “stubborn woman never takin’ care of herself” before the smell of something warm fills the air. When he comes back, it’s with a mug of tea and a plate of something simple but comforting.

You try to argue, but he just gives you that look—the one that leaves no room for negotiation.

“Eat, drink,” he orders, settling back beside you, one arm draped protectively over your waist. “Then you can go back to sleep.”

So you do, if only because it makes him relax a little.

When you finish, Logan takes the plate from you, setting it aside before reaching for the remote. The TV hums to life, the volume turned low, just enough to be soft background noise.

You shift, resting your head against his chest, but he doesn’t move to watch the screen. His attention stays on you. His fingers drift lazily along your arm, tracing mindless patterns. Every time you sigh or shift slightly, his gaze flickers, checking on you, making sure you’re not in more pain.

Eventually, sleep pulls you under, and Logan stays exactly where he is. Even with the movie playing in the background, he doesn’t care about it—not when you’re curled up against him like this, your breathing evening out, finally at ease.

He watches you. Not in a way that feels intrusive—just quiet, steady. Like he’s memorizing every little detail, like he needs to keep an eye on you, just in case.

At some point, you stir, the worst of the pain dulling as you blink up at him, a little hazy but clearer than before. He meets your gaze instantly, thumb brushing over your cheek.

“You watchin’ me?” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

Logan smirks slightly, tilting his head. “Maybe.”

You shift, pressing closer, seeking his warmth. He lets you, arms tightening around you automatically.

“I mean it, Logan,” you say softly after a moment. “You’re perfect.”

His jaw tenses, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with that. He shakes his head, letting out a rough, almost amused breath. “Nah, sweetheart. You’re givin’ me too much credit.”

“I’m not,” you insist, voice quiet but firm. “You take care of me. Even when I feel like I don’t deserve it. Thank you.”

Logan exhales, his fingers pressing lightly into your back. “You always deserve it,” he murmurs, almost like he doesn’t even have to think about it. “Ain’t got a damn thing to do with deservin’ it. It’s just you. Always gonna take care of you.”

You swallow, blinking up at him. His face is softened in the low light, a little rough around the edges from the long day, but there’s something so warm in his gaze. Something deep and unwavering.

“S’our anniversary,” he murmurs after a moment. “Should still celebrate, even if we ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt, holding him close, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the lingering ache in your body.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

Logan hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there like he never wanted to move. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Think I got an idea.”

You press closer, eyes fluttering shut as a small, contented hum escapes you.

And that’s enough of an answer.

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[adamwilliamjohnson]

art by

Hannah Gillingham

@Hgillinghamm

[men-k1sser]

turned his ass into a picmix

[mushynka]

[sirwadewilsonfromimgur]

Deadpool and Wolverine: KCAU

Mini/ short

Logan and Wade are in bed... cuddled as is their tradition at this point when Wade wakes up and sits up.

Wolvy, I just had the weirdest dream...

<groggily> What... was it one of the bad ones...

No!... no.. But Dopinder was dating king George the 3rd... they actually seemed really happy in a rom-com sort of way...

Wow... you really do think everyone is gay... you need to stay off that Tumblr website before bed.

*yawning* everyone is gay... It's canon...

Whatever, bub... let's go back to sleep. It's 4am

Author: Karan Soni (Dopinder) and Jonathan Groff (king George in Hamilton) are indeed set to appear in a rom-com and it looks cute as fuck but damn if it don't seem like a deadpool tumblr dream.

The film is called "A Nice Indian Boy"

[ellaynaonsaturn]

— FAMILY MAN.

5/16 req release : sneak peek

LOGAN HOWLETT never planned on having a family. Then, Laura entered his life— his dna, his daughter. You joined the picture not long after, married two years in. Four years later and your unexpected, miracle baby joins the family. Logan never wanted to be a family man, but it’s what he needed.

[iwillbefamousonedayipromise]

Petition to remake all the X-men universe films after 2000-2005 where each one is litterally the whole film with nothing differet exept Logan is modified to look like this:

Same for his brother:

[atarashura]

some Logan scribbles from class today lmao

smelly midget girldad whom I love so much

[howlies]

Logan Using His Claws To Peel An Apple

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[zzzveexen]

He struck gold. :3

[loganspet]

don’t be shy raid my inbox with Logan! prompts or Anything you want to share with me

(CLARIFICATION, if it’s nsfw or sfw I do write both mostly NSFW :3 )

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FAVS OF COURSE

the wolverine (2013)! Logan 🤍

old man! Logan 🍯

sugar daddy! Logan 🍰

dbf! Logan 🩰

worst! Logan 🧁

[rafaelgomesx]

beefy 🥵