#much to wade & vanessa's confusion

[ihatecoconut]

anyway deadpool & wolverine slapped and at the end of the film vanessa & wade get back together but they also get logan as their own boytoy/househusband. logan is not aware of this.

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

snapdragons mean i'm sorry

summary: you own a flower shop down the street from Wade and Althea, and now Logan's apartment. You and Logan had grown quite close, until you hear him complaining about you through the door. A week later, he shows up at the shop, groveling wc: 2.0 k a/n: sorry about the delay with this one, things have been a bit crazy! I really enjoyed writing for worst!Logan, I think I'm considering a part two for this as well. This fic is based on this request! warnings: lots of hurt and comfort, reader uses she/her pronouns, confused and groveling Logan, Wade being a meddler, slight spoilers for the end of Deadpool and Wolverine

You were two seconds away from chucking the bouquet that you were working on clear across the room. Instead, you gently set the flowers down on your workbench and tightened your pony tail. Heaving a sigh, you snatched the broom out of it’s place leaning up against the doorway and made you way to the front of store. 

Usually, being surrounded by all of your flowers and specially curated knickknacks brought you a sense of peace. But so far today you’d broken two vases and stabbed your thumb on rose thorns maybe more than you’d ever done in your entire life. 

Being friends with a superhero (singular) was much less stressful than you’d thought it would be. Wade would stop in to the shop around once a week to buy flowers for Vanessa, always with a quick joke or two before being on his way. It wasn’t until he’d saved you from an attempted mugging a few years back that you’d really become close. And you’d been there for a lot. Through his break up with Vanessa, when he was nonstop moaning about how deeply he hated selling lightly used cars, and whenever he needed a second opinion about a new hair system he was perched on a second stool that now had permanent residence behind the counter, right next to yours. 

Being friends with superheroes (plural) was bringing a new host of issues. Namely, an accelerated heart rate and trouble forming your words in front of Wade’s new roommate. Wade had warned you that his new acquisition was prickly when he’d stopped over to invite you to the Welcome Home Pizza Party Palooza, according to the hand drawn invitation he’d proudly presented you. He’d lured you in with promises of meeting his new dog before dropping the bomb that there was an introduction to his roommate included in the package deal. You’d already agreed, and Wade was too busy rambling about how you were being moved up to from side character status for you to intercede with a made up reason you could no longer attend. 

You historically didn’t do well with meeting new people, and someone who was likely to snap at you at some point throughout the evening, by Wade’s estimations, was an even bigger hurdle. Even though you had worked yourself up enough to feel slightly sick to your stomach, you’d arrived at the party, armed with flowers for the new roommate and a mini bouquet of dog treats for Mary Puppins. Wade and Al’s apartment was full of familiar faces when you’d arrived. You were caught up in a conversation with Peter and Yukio for a few minutes before they’d asked about the flowers all but forgotten in your hands. You admitted they were a welcome home present, and Peter kindly pointed out where Logan was standing across the room. You’d thanked him, and made your way across the room. 

When you reached him in the kitchen, you stood quietly behind him, working up the courage to make your presence known. Ultimately, it was unnecessary, because he quickly turned around and greeted you with a crinkly-eyed smile that made your heart flutter against your better judgement. You’d shyly handed over the flowers, stuttering through the explanation of owning the shop down the street and apologizing preemptively if he didn’t like them, expecting a strong rebuttal. He certainly looked like the type of man to rebuff the offer of flowers in fear of appearing unmanly or some other nonsense. Instead, he took the flowers from you gently, thanking you. He turned away, searching through the cabinets before pulling out a novelty beer stein decorated with My Little Pony characters with a huff. Logan made quick work of depositing the bouquet in the beer stein, but he frowned at his work, clearly unhappy with the vase options. “So you’re the florist that he’s obsessed with.” 

You smiled to yourself, glad to hear that Wade wasn’t only kind to your face. “Are you kidding me?” Speak of the devil. Wade slung an arm around your shoulders, depositing your typical drink of choice in your hand. “More like worship the ground you walk on. I may be Marvel Jesus but I’m your disciple. The things she can do with a chrysanthemum.” He moaned in a way you had never heard someone while talking about a flower, of all things.

Logan shook his head, but before either of you could respond, Wade noticed Vanessa coming through the door and was at her side in an instant. You’d stood with him in the kitchen for a few moments, silent but comfortable. It wasn’t long before Althea had called everyone to the table, where you took your usual seat next to Althea and Vanessa. The evening had been comfortable and you couldn’t help but notice how naturally Logan and his daughter Laura fit into your strange little family. 

The next day, you’d stopped by their apartment armed with another bouquet, this one beautifully arranged in one of your favorite vases you kept in stock. You couldn’t shake the image of how disappointed Logan had looked with his options the previous night. Al had ushered you inside quickly, letting you know that the rest of the roommates had left her in the name of picking up some necessities for Logan. You’d dropped the vase on the kitchen counter, ruffled Mary Puppins’ hair and saw yourself out. 

Logan had come by to thank you at the store, startling you where you were working in the back. You’d fumbled one of your vases, sending it crashing to the ground. Logan was quick to usher you onto a stool, locating a broom and making quick work of the glass. You’d insisted you could take care of it, but he’d shot your down insisting that he would heal right up if he managed to cut himself and he didn’t feel like a trip to the ER. It should have stung, but there was a lightness to his voice and a twinkle in his eyes that instead had you fighting down the hear rising to your cheeks. 

After a few weeks, it was routine for you to stop by a couple nights a week after work, armed with a fresh set of flowers for the vase and some take out. Logan very well could have taken some home with him, as often as he was stopping by, but somehow you’d always get to talking and forget to bundle some up for him. He was immensely helpful around the shop, able to reach things on high shelves and move heavy pallets you would get in much more easily than you were able to. Wade’s stool had quickly become Logan’s but you didn’t much mind. 

Your hand had settled on the doorknob to their apartment, when two familiar voices faded in through the closed door. It was instinct to pause, you hand’t really meant to snoop. But the words hurt all the same. “I really am fond of her, but she could really stand to let up on how often she’s hanging around me.” Your heart started to hammer, frozen in the hallway. 

“I hear you peanut,” Wade was quick to respond. “Cling-ville USA, population her, amiright?” 

“Fuck off, you’ve been obsessed with her as long as I’ve known you.” Your heart sunk. Isn’t that what Logan had said, the first night you met? Wade was obsessed with you? As quietly as you could, you dropped your hand from the doorknob and backed away down the hall, hoping that their conversation was loud enough to drown out the sound of your retreating footsteps. You’d retreated down the hallway, quickly shooting Wade a text that you weren’t feeling well and wouldn’t be able to make it. 

You hadn’t seen them since. You knew it shouldn’t have mattered, but it stung. You’d moved their stool into the far back corner of the shop because as silly as it sounded, it made you sad to look at him. Thankfully, there had been a steady stream of customers to keep you busy for a while. But now, you were dead and your thoughts were drifting when the bell on the front door rang. You sent a silent thank you to the universe and rushed out to the front of the store. But the customer waiting for you was the only one you were reluctant to see. 

You hated to admit it, but the image of Logan standing in the middle of your showroom, shoulders slumped and one of the most regretful looks you’d ever seen on anyone was almost enough for you to forgive him on sight. Close but no cigar, one could say.   

“Hey, sweetheart” he said sheepishly, hands shoved into this pockets. 

If this is how he was going to play it, so be it. “Hey, Lo. Where’ve you been?”

“Laura needed some help at the mansion, and they roped us into a mission. Meant to call but,” he shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “Got a bit busy.” You nodded, doing your best to remember that you were mad at him. Stopped by for some flowers, if you have a minute.”

You nodded curtly, shocked that he wasn’t bringing up the obvious tension. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush. “What kind are you looking for?” 

“Eh, whatever you think says ‘Sorry, I fucked up’ the best” he shrugged, making his way behind the counter. 

“Who else did you piss off?” You asked, arranging a few more pieces of greenery into the bouquet he had requested. Even if you were frustrated and moody, you couldn’t bring yourself to make something you weren’t proud of. 

“Where’s my seat sweetheart?” He asked, before taking a pause. “What do you mean who else?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. 

“What do you mean ‘where’s my seat’?” You mocked, doing a poor imitation of his gruff voice. 

“Okay, you’ve gotta catch me up here, sweetheart because I clearly missed something.” 

“Wouldn’t wanna cling on too hard, are you sure you want me to do that?” You snarked, dropping the bouquet on the table and storming over to him, poking your finger into his chest. “I heard the both of you complaining about me last week.” 

Logan’s hand wrapped around yours, drawing it closer to his chest. “I was coming in here to apologize for being gone for a week. But I’m happy to double the order to make up for the confusion. If my math is right, bub, you overheard me complaining about that fucking dog insisting on sleeping on my bed. Even after I told Wade to keep her out of my room.” 

“You love her.” 

“Yeah, you know me too well sweetheart.” 

You smiled up at him, soaking in the warmth of having him this close, when something clicks in your head. “Are you telling me that you waltzed in here and asked me to make my own apology flowers?” If you hadn’t already decided he was off the hook, the way his mouth turned down into a little pout would have sealed the deal. 

He hesitates for a few moments, eyes glancing around the shop seemingly in search of an answer. “Didn’t want to give the business to someone else.” He shrugged, bashfully.  

Against your better judgement, a few giggles slipped past your lips, which had been firmly pressed together. A few more, and then you were laughing so hard you were having trouble breathing. You leaned your head against his chest, taking measured deep breaths to curve the laughter “I can’t believe this,” you gasped, wiping a few tears away that had spilled onto your cheeks.  You grinned up at him through the tears, taking in the way his eyes warmed when he smiled. 

“Could have been worse,” he shrugged, mischief making his eyes sparkle. “Could have gone with Wade’s suggestion.”

“I have to know.” 

He slipped both his arms around you, pulling you in close. “Wanted me to jump out of a cake.” 

You snuggled in close, leaning your head on his chest. “I would like to see it.” 

“Then we’ll have to see what we can do about that.” 

[allophonicmess]

Too Sweet

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

Act 1

Remember that inspo I posed the other day? I coudn't let it go and decided to write a three part fic based on it.

Warnings: spoilers for Deadpool& Wolverine, descriptions of a panic attack, angst, implicaded age gap

word count 2k

No beta and English isn't my first language

there will be fluff later on but sadness first:

Too Sweet

Logan felt a great mix of emotions since he had followed that red-ass clown Wade into this universe. Most of it was anger, confusion, rage… But In that moment as he was sat on the black beat-up couch among Wade’s friends… He was overwhelmed.

Not by sensory overload, although that casserole that blind Al had made did stink up the place with garlic-

He was overwhelmed by the feeling of happiness, joy and companionship of the people around him. He hadn’t felt that way in ages if he ever did at all. He never felt that way with his team before everything happened.

He liked them, sure. But this company of weirdos shared a Kinmenship he never got to experience.

“Hey, Peanut! Are you angrily staring off into space to allow for good exposition?” Wade had plopped down on the couch right next to him. His jeans-clad thigh rubbed right up to his. At this point, Logan had given up on trying to keep him out of his personal space.

The older man frowned and stared at Wade next to him. His beer was getting warm but he didn’t feel like giving up his spot on the couch.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He huffed, taking another sip of his beer. But Wade just clicked his tongue, scooting even closer to Wolverine.

“Aww, you know what I mean! You are big and gruff and don’t talk that much… It’s kinda hard to capture you in writing you know. There are only so many words in the English language to describe your grunting and-“

“Are you done?” Logan sighed, finishing his drink. He was starting to regret coming with Wade. Getting drunk in some shit hole of a bar sounded better than listening to Wade's babbling.

“See! That’s what I mean. Sigh is nice, sure but it doesn’t quite capture the nature of those beautiful noses you make, big boy.” Wade petted Logan's thigh, which the older man quickly pulled away as he stood up abruptly.

“Jesus fucking- Can’t you annoy someone else? You got all of these muppets to talk to. Stop bothering me god damn it.” Logan placed the empty bottle down on the couch table. He scanned the room, looking for someone else that Wade could annoy to death. His eyes landed on the brunette… Vanessa… He knew that something had been going on between Wade and her. He never told him the details but from the pining look Wade gave her and the sad as fuck sighs he made, it was clear that the motherfucker wasn’t over her.

“Go and talk to the girl for god's sake. She might be the only one here to appreciate it.” He grinned at Wade, enjoying how his stupid grin faltered even for just a second. He leaned down on Wade's level, whispering to him in an overly joyous manner. “It might even get you laid.”

They stared at each other for a hot minute. Both men tying to provoke the other into action. But Logan was getting bored so he pushed “I might try if you don’t have the balls-“

“Fine!” It came out way too loud. Wade got up quickly trying to keep up his jolly attitude. “Fine, I will. But not because you said so.”

“Or threatened you.”

“You didn’t threaten me.”

“Sure, if you need to believe that” Logan got back onto the couch, now stretching out lazily across it. He closed his eyes, pretending to snooze.

There was no witty comeback, which surprised Logan. But it only came to show that Wade was serious for once.

Logan would never tell but he warmed up to Deadpool. He respected the man, despite his annoying and borderline brain-rotting bad humour. But he had principles. He cared for those around him, loved them dearly and would do anything to protect them. He did in fact. Logan spread out on his worn leather sofa is proof of it. He hated to admit it but Wade was the better man of the two. He didn’t let those he loves down, running away like the drunk asshole Logan is. Wade would have come to help her, would have-

The obnoxiously loud ringing of Wade’s apartment doorbell ripped Logan out of his self-deprecating talk. He blinked against the bright ceiling light and watched as Wade sighed softly. He had just started his conversation with Vanessa and it seemed to be quite a good talk from the looks of it. He seemed frustrated to be ripped away from it. Wade nodded softly, towards Vanessa, excusing himself but he was stopped by Colossus.

“No please Wade, I get it. You seem to be engaged in an interesting conversation.” The 7’5’’ metal man said, touching Wade by the shoulder to turn him back towards to woman. Logan huffed, he wasn’t the only one trying to get Wade laid.

The giant stomped towards the door, turning the doorknob that looked comically small in his silver hand to let the latecomer in.

“Hi! I’m so sorry for being late. I still had to finish some work. It’s the end of the semester, you know how it is.” A sweet voice called from outside.

Then two things happened at the same time. It was like a push and pull.

Ellie, Yukio, even that odd taxi driver… they all turned towards the door in excitement. Smiling and wooing at the woman that just entered the apartment with a cake carrier tucked under her arms.

Logan on the other hand? He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He sat there, staring as Colossus pulled her into a big hug, lifting her off the ground before taking the container off her hands to allow the others to greet her. She was smiling, laughing at some joke Ellie had cracked at her.

She looked younger. Maybe she was, who knows how time worked in this universe. Or it was the lack of stress she had to face, no heartbreak, no constant rejection from a bastard that couldn’t see that the best thing was right in front of him.

“Ah, there you are! We were starting to miss you!” Wade pulled her into a tight hug. He seemed to be content. And the older man cursed himself for even caring about it.

She hadn’t noticed him yet, or so he hoped. Maybe she didn’t know him. It would be for the best.

“Yeah, I already told Piotr, I had to finish some lesson planning at the academy before the school year is over.” She replied as she greeted Vanessa and the rest of the group.

“Oh right. You are the only one that actually knows what she’s doing at that school.” Wade joked, earning a playful remark from Colossus.

So she also studied at a human university before starting at the school, Logan noted. He was still stuck on the couch, feeling unable to move as he kept staring at her.

“You know her?” The sudden comment coming from right next to him made Logan flinch.

“Whoa, relax man. I just noticed you staring at her for like 5 min straight. And you don’t seem too happy about her being here.” Ellie stood next to him, casually watching the scene just as he did.

“None of your fucking business.” Logan managed to spit out. While he did get startled, the interruption helped him to finally feel able to move again. And it happened just at the right moment. He needed to get the fuck out of there.

Ellie just huffed, watching Logan get up on shaky legs. It could just be from the constant level of alcohol in Logan’s blood, making his knees weak, or the age. But she suspected that there was more.

Yet Logan’s attempt at a quiet escape was hindered by Piotr, calling him to come to the kitchen to introduce the two.

“Come to kitchen! I want you to meet my good friend Y/N. She also works at the school. You will like her”, the man sounds proud. He should be.

Logan ignored him, pushing his way through the small crowd with shaky steps. Why was he sweating for god's sake?

“Logan!”

“No” He called, breathing was getting harder again.

“Logan!”

“I’m good! I’m-“ He finally reached the door, rattling the doorknob and cursing that his fucking fingers got shaky. Everything was too loud and too hot and too-

“Wade, it’s fine. He doesn’t have to.“ She tried to stop the two men next to her from calling the man over. He was clearly in distress and it hurt her to watch him fumble on his way out. There were only so many people that were scared of her outside the battlefield.

She had met “their” Logan, but only briefly at some anniversary event. They had simply mismatched their time at the school. He left shortly after Y/N started working and they hadn’t met much. She wondered what the other her must have done to him to cause such a reaction.

Finally. Fucking finally. The door opened and Logan simply burst into the hallway, rushing down the steps to feel the air rush back into his lungs. A fucking embarrassment. That is what he was. The Wolverine scared shitless by a woman that doesn’t even know him.

But the other one did and it killed her.

“Logan, what in the ever-loving- fuck was that?” Wade had run after him. He just couldn’t leave it alone, could he?

“Fuck off.” Logan breathed weakly. He felt tears prickling in his eyes and it made him hate himself just a little bit more.

“You just running off? Scared of a girl?” Wade kept pushing, following Logan as he walked down the familiar street towards his bar of choice. That being the cheapest and quietest he could find in the city.

“Scared you can’t get one off? I don’t wanna make predictions but man, I think she is into the dark brooding type” he kept pushing “ Or you know what? If I can’t get Vanessa laid I might try with her, I mean she is quite-“

That made Logan snap. Turning around and impaling Wade against the closest wall. Both sets of claws out and push into the other man's torso. He only groaned in return.

“Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t you fucking-“

“Okay, okay, whoa ow… man-“ Wade coughed, lifting his hands in surrender. “ I was only joking man. Unfair. Fuck. I am unarmed-urgh”

Logan retracted the claws letting Wade drop to the floor. He knew the man was joking, he should. But it was all too fucking much too soon. He wouldn’t let it happen again. And how to best prevent the inevitable heartbreak? Don’t even let her get close, to begin with. She didn’t deserve it. She never did in the first place and he would do anything in his power to stop it from happening to her.

“So, you are just leaving me hanging? It’s your party too, you know.” Wade got up, inspecting the bloody holes that stained his new shirt. He cursed softy.  “Damn, it was brand new. Ruining a perfectly good shirt for the exposition”

“Don’t wait for me,” Logan said, turning away from Deadpool. A cheap bottle of whisky was waiting for him to calm his nerves and forget about that fucking stunt. He won’t see her again, not even talk to her or talk about her. It’s for the best. She would agree if she knew,  Logan was sure of it.

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[rebelliousstories]

Walking Tropes

Relationship: Logan Howlett/ Wolverine x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Brief Strong Language, Brief Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 1,495

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: Being introduced to the merc’s friend and finding that she is just as annoying? Absolutely believable. Liking said annoying friend of even more annoying red suited anti-hero? No way.

In celebration of saving the multiverse, and returning home, Wade proposed holding another party. A do-over for his birthday celebration that was cut short because of the TVA. For the time being, Logan and Laura had taken to living in an apartment that was across the hall from them since it was all they could get on such short notice. Just about everyone was at the party, and Logan was having a surprisingly good time, considering some of the company.

He held the weird little dog-like creature named Mary Puppins while Laura fiddled with her little Mohawk. The girl took the dog from him, which allowed the man to grab his beer from the table and sit back to enjoy a drink. A knock sounded at the door, and he got nervous. Looking to Wade, he did not share in the nervousness, but rather looked excited. The merc got up from where he had been chatting with Vanessa to answer the door.

After some brief conversation, Wade brought in what could only be described as a ray of sunshine. Her clothing was muted, but her smile was not. Logan knew that his eyes were glued to her figure, as much as he tried to pull them away. A nudge at his side brought him out of his staring only to be met with Laura’s impish smirk. He rolled his eyes and took another swig of his beer.

“Peanut, mini-peanut, I want you to meet my friend that introduced me to all the good things in life.” Wade supplied her name, but Logan was not listening. He was only focused on the way she beamed and stuck out her hand.

“Logan.” Short and sweet, and he listened as she rolled his name off of the tip of her tongue.

“Hi. I’m Laura,” she jutted in, sticking her hand in. The woman turned and was happily engaging with the young lady.

“I’m so happy to finally meet you guys. Wade has said nothing but good things about you.” Her chipper voice made it rather difficult for Logan to try and not like her.

Over the course of the party, the mutant was faced with a dilemma. His gruff exterior refused to allow him to do much else except sip his beer and engage quietly with Laura and Al. But he so desperately wanted to talk with this newcomer that Wade had brought. His eyes silently watched her during the evening, and it was confusing for him.

This woman was so happy, so full of life, and held so much sunshine in her. But just could not help himself. She was in the kitchen, fixing herself a drink and a small plate of snack foods. The lukewarm and empty bottle in his hands gave him the perfect excuse to get up and go into the kitchen where she was. Making his way in, she began to make her way out with her drink and plate, but a collision changed everything.

Turning, her body collided with a thick chest. Food spilled across the floor, and her cup fell from her hands, and she was about to join her food. Except, large warm hands spanned across her back and held her close. She let out a squeak. Looking with wide eyes, she was smiling as she gazed up at her savior.

“Hi Logan,” she breathed out.

“Hey bub. You alright?” His voice was soft, and caring as he assessed how she was.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Thank you.” Their eyes were locked together, but after a brief moment she had to peal away to grab the contents of her plate from the floor. She was soon joined by Logan, who came down and began to help.

“You don’t have to clean up my mess, you know?” She quipped, putting a nacho on the plate bound for the garbage.

“Kind of is my fault though. Should at least help you clean up.” He replied, picking up a cookie that looked disgusting now.

“Thank you, then.”

“You’re welcome.”

From that point on, it seemed like she was everywhere he was. Logan did not believe in fate, and he did not want to ever admit to that out loud. And yet, he was starting to feel like something was dong this in the universe. It also probably did to help that she lived on the same floor of the apartment building as Wade and Logan.

All this to say, Logan was seeing her everywhere. At the store, at the mailboxes on the first floor, around town at her favorite coffee shop. She had even invaded his dreams. But the most frustrating part of it all, was that she had no clue how she affected him. Maybe he was not on his game like he had been in his long youth, but he was sure that he was giving her hints as to his feelings.

The stories he had heard through his time around her never ceased to amaze him as well. Somehow this clumsy cutie had almost gotten involved with the mob. She had to be saved by Wade who just came in and got her from getting deeper into the trouble that was brewing. Or the time that she was pulled over in a random search of her car driving home one night with a box of puppies someone had dumped on the side of the road. You would not expect it, but she had led an interesting life.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, peanut?” Logan was brought out of his thoughts by the annoying man he had begrudgingly befriended.

“Nothing.” He grumbled, but that answer would not suffice Wade. Following the older man’s eye line, he was met with the image of the woman of his affections talking with Laura and Vanessa while holding Mary Puppins.

“Oh, I see. Listen, peanut,” he began, “you’ve just gotta tell her you want to put some balls in holes for a ring. She won’t respond well to subtle hints.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All I’m saying is that you’ve got to spell it out for her. She’s a little absent upstairs. Like, the wheel is spinning but the hamster is dead most of the time. And especially being around a hunk like you; that hamster died, came back to life, got off on your image, and then died again.” Now, Logan had turned to face the merc, who was maintaining an almost innocent expression on his face.

“She just doesn’t want me. And I don’t blame her.” They both turned back to the women who were now laughing loudly at their best impressions of the pup.

“I know I make everything a punch line, but listen, Logan. She does. I’ve known that woman a long time, and she has never looked at everyone the way that she looks at you. Now I’m going to get the dog, you go talk to the girl.” Patting him twice on the back, Wade shot the older man a wink before stalking off and taking the three ladies away from his friend.

She made an excuse about needing another drink and went off into the kitchen by herself. Logan followed her with his eyes, and looked nervously back to the wrinkled man. He was mouthing what he only hoped was words of encouragement that looked oddly like, “go get the fucking girl.” Logan pulled a face, but went off in the same direction of the woman that had captivated him. Much like the first time they first properly talked, she was fixing herself a drink and a small plate of food.

“Hey.” A low rumble sounded through the kitchen. The girl at the drink station got spooked by hm, but did not drop everything this time around.

“Hey, Lo. How are you felling today?” She asked, genuinely turning to him.

“I’m doing alright. You good?”

“Yeah, I am.” There was a beat of awkward silence in the room while they both made their drinks.

“Hey, um, would you maybe-” Logan tried to start, but was struggling to find the words. She was just patiently waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“I want to go on a date with you.” He blurted out finally.

“Me? Really?” Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. There was an adoration that he had not noticed before.

“Yeah,” Logan breathed out, “yeah. I want to take you out. If you’d like.”

“I didn’t think that you liked me like that. I’d love to go out on a date with you, Logan.” Sweet words tumbled out of her, and they sent the man into a state of euphoria. Logan chuckled, and smiled wide enough that he could have split his face. With his arms open, she took that opportunity to throw herself into them which threw Logan off balance. He quickly regained it, but squeezed his arms around her still.

Safe to say, Logan was glad that he saved this timeline.

[monkepawbz]

Scars

A Deadpool x (female) Y/N oneshot about Wade hating his body and Y/N comforting him through the self hatred and heartbreak of losing Vanessa. (This takes place somewhere after Deadpool 3!)

"Let me see your face...take off the mask, Wade..." she pleaded, wanting to see Wade's real face. For years he had always kept the mask on, as well as the rest of the suit, and Y/N had finally grown tired of her friend/crush never letting her see the real him.

Wade's eyes fluttered closed as he hesitated for a moment, his hand reaching up to remove the mask. As he slowly removed it, he winced in shame.

"Y/N... You're really going to make me do this, aren't you?" Wade laughed joylessly, shaking his head slightly. He slowly lifted his gaze, revealing the gruesome extent of his disfigurement. His light blue eyes gleamed with a mix of vulnerability and intensity as he gazed at her. "This is what I've become. This is who I am now." The man frowned, not able to look at the woman in front of him.

She smiled softly at him, her eyes full of love and sincerity.

"You're wonderful..." she breathed, reaching up to softly caress his cheek. The mutated skin was rough against her softer fingertips, the contrast sending electricity through her veins.

Wade's expression faltered, his eyes searching hers as if trying to understand her words.

"Y/N..." The merc trailed off, his voice caught in his throat for a moment. He continued to look at her, expecting this to be some sort of trick.

"You're not supposed to say things like that. I'm a fucked up freak, remember? A walking disaster with a face only a mother could love. Shit, not even a mother could love this dumpster fire!" He looked away, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Promise me this isn't some fucked up prank or something...okay?" He pleaded.

She nodded. "I promise it's real, Wade. I think you're incredibly handsome. I just wish that you didn't hide your face away from me for so long..."

She heard him let out a long sigh, leaning back on the couch and slumping a bit dejectedly.

"I know...so much for being a good buddy, huh?" He muttered.

Wade had been friends with Y/N for a few years now, the two of them meeting when he ended up saving her from one of the people he was hired to kill. They hit it off afterwards and found comfort in one another's weirdness. It was a friendship that was deep, however...Y/N eventually fell in love with him. Watching Wade be with Vanessa was one of the hardest things she had to go through, however the relationship seemed to end as the two of them seemed to want different things in life.

"Wade...how are you doing? Are you doing okay since she..." Y/N trailed off, her throat constricting with anxiety. She looked up at him, expecting Wade to be upset. He made a small noise, his lips pressed into a straight line. After a moment, he attempted to smile.

"I'm fine, Y/N. I couldn't be better, actually! I saved the world recently! Got a cool new roommate! I call him Wolfy but he fuckin' hates it. I also have the cutest little puppy in the worls now!" He beamed. Despite the happiness he tried to convey, there was something deeper in those baby blues. She looked at him, scrunching her face in concentration as she tried to read him. His eyes darted around the room, confused.

"What's all this about?" He pointed at her with a gloved hand. She shook her head and shushed him.

"You're lying. There's something else." She retorted, not convinced.

"Fuckin...alright FINE, Y/N, you got me!" He threw up his hands in mock surrender. "I like you, okay? And I've been trying to figure out whatever the HELL I'm feeling so I don't drag you down to the firey pits below with me! I mean, shit! You're a decently normal person and I'm a ticking time bomb waiting to ruin some other person's life." Wade rambled, hurt apparent in his eyes.

Y/N gently pulled him into a warm hug, and he froze.

"What is...?" he was shushed by her as she gently rubbed circles into his back, the Deadpool suit's texture feeling good against her skin.

"You don't have to be okay right now. You are hurt, and you loved her. I'm not asking you to love me right away, or even at all. However, I have to admit I have loved you for many years now. And I think you are incredibly handsome, charming and funny to be around." She explained. Wade hesitated, pulling away and standing.

"What are you saying, Y/N...?" He asked, eyes wide in shock. She looked up at him and smiled.

"I love you, Wade Wilson. I always have, and if you ever want someone to help mend that broken heart...I would like to volunteer. And I love you, scars and all." Y/N's words were soft and sweet, and Wade felt how genuine she was being.

"I...need some more time...but...yeah. I think I would like that, peanut." He gave her a lopsided smile.

"Then...how about this. We can start slow. I can try to give you healthy if you try to give me the same. We can figure this out together, even if it's messy." She held his hand in her own, giving it a light squeeze. Wade nodded.

"Deal." He said, and for once he seemed to actually believe that maybe, just maybe, someone didn't mind his scars.

[icarusredwings]

Rewatched Deadpool 1. Took notes.

WARNING: Discussion of mental illness topics, ending yourself, trauma, violence, etc.

Civil debate/ conversation welcomed. Sorry its super long. I think a lot.

Notes:

You know what? We see Wade coloring a lot. What's our status on just giving him cartoons snacks and coloring books? He needs it.

I think we all forget how actually impressive this man is. I just watched this cancer having fucker do like 50 flips.

Whatta man is so Logan Howlett coded.

"Bad deadpool" "good deadpool!"

Deadpool has been helping kids for a while. He terrified a little creep while he himself was a huge creep.

Missed up his words and Vanessa smiled at him. With that "aw hes cute" kinda thing.

When talking about their childhood (whether he's lying or not, hes not about the uncle) and he outdos her so much that she giggles.

The first date he takes her ducking skiiballing instead of yk prostitute stuff

Hes so romantic oh my god.

Theyre giggling and joking like all the time. Personally thanksgiving is my favorite scene before he proposes with a fucking ring pop.

I shouldn't laugh but the way he said "wtf" when passing out

Vanessa instantly jumping to "what can we do? There has to be something" makes me instantly respect her as a chronically ill person myself. Partners who medically defend each other make me so happy because a lot of people divorce their partners when they get "too sick" let alone dont show up to specialist appointments.

Him accepting death so quickly is a sign of mental illness, and you can see him be confused on why shes so upset. Shes crying and hes sitting here like "why do you care if I die or not?" He physically feels so unloved that he just doesn't get it.

"I dont know. Might further the plot. " Oh, so you know about wades little mental tv show he puts on in his head as a coping mechanism?

Also... Weasel.. YOU KNOW WHO ELSE IS A WEASEL!? Shit sorry wrong movie.

Its not until now that hes crying because he realizes if he does then no more vanessa. We already know hes very co dependent and many people only care about themselves BECAUSE of other people. Which is also considered a sign of wanting to ☠️ self.

The whole "superheros are all lame ass teachers pets" thing is so funny if you think about how much beef he has with the xmen when in reality I have a feeling Wade would love charles in a "Ugh im in trouble with Daddy wheel chair again." COUGH "old bald heavens gate looking mother fucker" COUGH

"Thats not nice" No. But wade is genuienly not nice either.

"This is embarrassing. Please stop, " Colosus said what we all were thinking.

Bro literally cut/broke off his own hand and didn't whine a single time. If you ever. EVER hear this man express pain it is 99.9% his own choice to let you know that it hurts.

During his changing process, Francis says "the only thing that doesn't survive is a sense of humor" wade says "we'll see about that" and smirks.

What also makes sense to me is that he did NOT break easily. They did test after test after test and this man still wasn't breaking. His spirit is incredibly strong and as much as we enjoy joking about how stupid he is, Wade is extremely resourceful.

Its like he has created an alter ego of humor and kindess in order to keep up with the fact he DOES understand how fucked up this world is and whats happening/happened around him but refuses to acknowledge it until he has too. Ussually for survival.

Ive seen theories that he has DID or a type of Scizophreania and the voices in the comics are obviously in his head. I have mixed feelings about it because even his thoughts have thoughts of their own in some cases. Talking to no one is often a sign of abadonment, esspecially in children who are school age and get lonely when taken from their families to attend school. Its almost as if wade never lost his and hes subconsiously talking to himself to keep himself calm/ from panicking in high stress situations.

"But then how does he know hes in a movie" thats the thing. He doesn't. Hes pretending to cope. Main charaters cant die and until he dies he has this mental show/movie going on to keep himself from realizing all of this is true. That this is reality.

Cunningham mentions breakfast for his kids and suddenly, wade wakes up. Hes not joking anymore. This is a "oh shit... I wanna make breaktsst for my kids too... with my wife vanessa" moment.

"So whats wrong with him?"

Diiiiiddd we all forget about scout master kevin? Uncle? Dad? That fact that the oxygen was physically taken from his brain and was given Co2 poisoning over and over? For multiple days? This is the same man who blew himself up just to escape because they told him he wasnt going to see vanessa again.

And then he fought a guy naked, survived the entire building burning down, and now is so insecure about his looks that he thinks he made the baby cry in the street.

Theres people staring at him, flinching away, called names, people see him and cross the street. (So when he tells Logan that he knows his pain when it comes to public settings, hes not lying)

Blind Al is literally the reason deadpools suit is what it is. Why the idiot thought white was gonna be a good idea- See above. Unlike Al, who could smell the blood/ bleach.

I really love al. She's like the adult Toph.

"I hear everything in this duplex." OH, you poor thing.

"The guy that turned me into this freak-"

Al: *bitch im blind face*

As far as she's aware, he looks normal. Which is beautiful when you think about it, but it's funny when you think about the fact that he's so insecure about his face that he purposly found a blind room mate that couldn't judge him.

And they cuddle while he gets dating advice from grammie 🥹❤️

I really like how the entirety of Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children (HellHouse in the comics) stood up for Weasel. They're murderers. But they're family.

What they did to vanessa was straight fucked. Her fiance up and leaves without notice, youre just trying to work and live your life, you get kidnapped.

Negasonic is so cool. I love them.

Dopinder (The cab guy) is so cool too. I love him too. Kill that guy in your trunk. "Mr. Pool" reminds me of Tom holland spiderman.

"It is not boy band >:(" Suurreee it isn't.

"Wheres your duffle bag?" You mean his dollar general store tree hello kitty book bag filled with guns?

"Cue the music" *no one even gives a fuck at this point when he talks to the imaginary cams*

Negasonic mid battle: Hold on- "Hey Yukio, yeah I just gotta fuck shit up real quick, ttyl?"

"Sure thing! <3 You go baby!"

I dont know anything about negasonic but she reminds me of Gambit with her energy powers.

Like I said. Hes smart when its a serious situation because he immediately threw his katana into the glass so vanessa could breathe, only to immediately turn sappy and childish again when he sees her stab francis with it. Heart hands, is hallucinating because theres a knife in his brain (literally), sex joke. Etc.

Colossus shut the fuck up. Let this man kill him. He's hurt Soooooo many people. A bullet costs less then a dollar. His amount of therapy alone is going to be like *checks calculations* 80 billion.

"Not the nethers" Wade can and often does show proof of hurting but hed rather cut off his hand then let vanessa punch him in the balls. "Ow- owie 5000"

Hello Hugh Jackman.

After not seeing each other for so longer they instantly go back to the fibbing. "I live in the house with 12"

"You live in a house??" Funny guys get the girls. I should know. My wife says im super funny (yes im in therapy)

Pinky promises really matter to him.

Hes such a silly billy he brought out the phone with their song on it. God what a romantic idiot.

[multifandomimagin3s]

Chaotic Co-Worker

Requested by Anon

Summary: Reader is a Spider-Person, and is best friends with Deadpool.

Idk what this is. But anyways, I'm alive. Hope you guys enjoy.

Miguel O'Hara

Both you and Wade give this man chronic, back-to-back migraines.

As soon as Wade somehow manages to get to the Spider-Society HQ ((*cough cough* he snuck in through a portal with you)), Miguel can't get five minutes to himself.

Miguel's been around the Multiverse, so he's probably encountered various Deadpool variants on his travels - and he claims that none of them were anywhere near as annoying as the one that you happen to be best friends with.

He basically just treats Wade like he treats Hobie - actively trying to ignore him and not lose his shit.

It only works 30% of the time.

Regardless of how many times he literally kicks Wade out, he always finds his way back in.

God help him if Wade ever gets it into his head that Miguel has a crush or something on you - I mean, you're Wade's best friend and probably would get up to some shenanigans with him... and you haven't been fired? Suspicious.

He would probably ask Miguel if there's a 'casting couch' involved when he does his 'interviews' for joining the Spider Society.

And he'd probably try to grab his ass.

Peter B. Parker

I think he would find Wade's antics funny, until he's on the receiving end.

Tries not to laugh when Wade's clearly pushing Miguel's buttons on purpose, but as soon as Peter starts being called Spider-DILF, he doesn't know whether to be flattered or weirded out. Or both.

Doesn't know whether Wade can be trusted around Mayday or not - I mean, Wade's not a bad guy and usually has the best intentions, but I can just see Mayday picking up some of his coarse language after hanging around him.

Probably would be as confused as Miguel when Wade keeps popping up out of nowhere - like, how tf does he keep coming back??

But all-in-all, I don't think he would really mind that much about Wade being there.

I mean, I'm pretty sure Miguel hired Kaine. So it takes a lot to shake Peter B.

Ben Reilly

Ben would instantly get annoyed when Wade mocks his broodiness.

And Wade being Wade, the fact that he got a reaction out of Ben would just fuel him more.

"Emo Ken Doll" is his new name.

I think that Wade's more brutal way of doing things would kind of pique his interest though - not that Ben would admit it since he'd still probably be annoyed at being the butt of his jokes.

It would also make him more interested in you by proxy - whether you're secretly similarly natured to Wade, or if you're complete opposites.

You'd know this, of course, because of his monologuing.

Ben: Deadpool is brutal. But he's their best friend. Hm, thinking.

Spider Noir

I think it would be 50:50 as to whether he and Deadpool would actually get along, at all.

On one hand, he'd get annoyed when Wade insults him - especially when Wade called him Nicholas Cage, despite neither Noir nor you knowing who he was on about.

But on the other hand - Noir canonically likes punching Nazis and isn't opposed to violence, so him and Wade would probably find some common ground there.

Since the Deadpool from the movies lost Vanessa, but did everything he could to protect her, I think Noir would sympathise with that - he's from the 1930's, so those old-fashioned ways of looking after your partner really resonate with him a lot.

Basically, Noir would either hate him, or they would be the most unconventional friends that you'd ever see.

Jonathan Ohnn / The Spot

**[Contains some spoilers]**

Okay, so depending on which version of the Spot that you two encounter, really determines his reaction.

If it's Jonathan, or the initial version of the Spot we meet in ASTV, he's arguably more tame in his reaction - I mean, you're a Spider-person, so he's going to be annoyed straight away.

And Wade would most likely give him some verbal taunting and 'mild' abuse.

He'd just be like >:( ... well, he doesn't actually have a face so it would just be a squished 'O'.

But if you two were to encounter him after he went to the collider in Mumbatan...

If it's one of those BookTok scenarios where he secretly likes you, then you'll probably be fine...

But he realistically would try to kill you. And Wade... and would be equal parts fascinated and annoyed when he can't kill him due to his healing factor.

[fluideli123]

Thinking about Trans!Logan

Thinking about how he got gender affirming surgery for his chest at a place where no one really knew how to do it, before his mutation of regeneration really developed

His scars aren't the nicest, perfect, they're noticable if you know where to look but that's pretty much it

He tells stories about it, about the operation and what it was like at that time and how much he struggled to get it from being a mutant, being trans at all

I'm thinking about Laura saying she never knew if her Logan was like him, but Laura compliments Logan that the older he becomes the more rugged, half way to the grave he'll look/aff

Thinking about Wade being Intersex and never really knowing until he was diagnosed with Cancer, all the physicals he went through and everything Vanessa asked of him to ensure every angle was considered

Thinking about Peter being oh so loveable but confused, asking respectful questions and saying such encouraging things about it, how he understands and actually took the time to research it properly after work

Thinking about Althea and being AroAce, thinking about her not giving a shit about anything but willing to listen and provide support in your usual grumpy way, her younger years and all the experimentation, drugs, and people she's met and situations she'd gone through, how much their little family listens to her endless stories

Thinking about Mary Puppins and how much she reflects so many aspects of people in Wade's life. Loyal like Logan, Affectionate like Yukio, Honest like Megasonic, Open-Hearted like Colossus, Dorky like Peter, Listens like Dophendir, and just...fitting so well with everyone, always greeting everyone, being so friendly and cuddly and somewhere in everyone's hearts they know she represents something Wade doesn't show as freely as she does

Thinking about them all knowing Wade so well, but slowly getting to know each other as well, just a close lil found family of a bunch of weirdos, outcasts and everyday people

Just can't stop thinking about them

[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett x Female Reader

Part 15: A change of scenery

A/N: This ones a short one but enjoy!

Previous Chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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It's been two weeks since I arrived at the X-Mansion (not counting the week I was in a coma), and my memories are still as elusive as ever. Every day feels like a blur of confusion, each one bleeding into the next with no real sense of progress. The pieces of my past are like scattered puzzle pieces, tauntingly close but just out of reach.

I found out that Laura is a mutant—though, like everything else here, no one really told me directly. I saw it with my own eyes. She was in the lab with Hank and the blue girl—Raven, I think they call her. Laura extended her claws, sharp and metallic, and I felt a strange mix of fear and familiarity. It was like déjà vu, but twisted into something unsettling. The realization that Laura is a mutant made everything feel even more surreal, like I'm living in a dream that I can't wake up from.

Since then, I've been keeping my distance from everyone. It's easier that way. There's a part of me that doesn't want to get too close, to avoid the inevitable questions and the awkward silences that follow when I can't remember something important. I've built up walls, shutting out the confusion and the pain as much as I can.

The only people I've been able to tolerate are Vanessa and Charles. Vanessa, with her warm smile and easy laughter, has been trying to catch me up on pop culture, as if seeing familiar movies and hearing familiar songs might jog my memories. It hasn't worked—not really—but I appreciate the effort. There was one moment, though, when she showed me a scene from It—the old version. For a brief second, I remembered watching it with someone. I could feel their presence next to me, hear their breathing, but when I tried to see their face, it was like looking through a fog. The memory slipped away before I could grasp it, leaving me with nothing but a lingering sense of loss.

Charles has been a somewhat good support—probably the best I could ask for in this strange situation. He's the only one who truly understands what's going on with me, the only one who doesn't make me feel like I'm a problem that needs fixing. He's been trying to help with my headaches, using whatever techniques or powers he has, but we've only been able to keep the pain under control. He can't read my mind because something is blocking him from doing it, maybe he thinks I'm doing it subconsciously, but who knows. The voices, though—they still linger, always on the edge of my mind, like a distant echo I can't quite silence.

And then there's Logan. Ever since our conversation in the backyard, all he does is stare at me. It's like he's waiting for something, but I don't know what. Avoiding him has been tricky—he's everywhere. Every time I turn around, it feels like he's there, those intense eyes watching me, full of something I can't decipher. It's unnerving, and I don't know how to handle it.

Wade, on the other hand, has been a different kind of problem. I thought I could trust him—I wanted to trust him—but he's said nothing about the last two months, nothing to help me understand what I'm missing. Every time I bring it up, he changes the subject, cracks a joke, or finds some excuse to leave. It's frustrating, and it hurts more than I want to admit. So, I've decided to avoid him altogether. It's easier than facing the disappointment of his silence.

Hank has been a little helpful, though he's mostly focused on checking my vitals and helping Charles figure out the extent of my powers. He's not as involved emotionally, but I appreciate his calm, steady presence. He treats me like a person, not a project, which is a welcome change.Together, we've discovered that I can manipulate reality. It sounds crazy, but it's true. I can change the way things look—like two weeks ago, when I changed my clothes with just a flick of my wrist. It's not hard to do, but it requires a level of concentration I've never needed before. I have to focus intensely, blocking out everything else to make it happen.

And then there's the flying. That was a shock. I discovered it during a training session with Charles and Raven. We were fighting against some machine bots, and one of them pushed Raven off a balcony. Without even thinking, I flew up to catch her. It wasn't something I knew I could do—I just did it, instinctively. 

These abilities are strange, foreign, yet somehow they feel like they've always been a part of me, just hidden beneath the surface. It's exciting and terrifying at the same time, and I can't help but wonder what else I might be capable of—what other secrets are locked away in the corners of my mind, waiting to be discovered.

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It was 1 in the morning when I finally made the decision to leave. Last week, I overheard Raven talking to Charles in his study about a guy named Magneto. Apparently, he's in a sanctuary for mutants. The conversation stuck with me, a seed of an idea that took root and wouldn't let go. I decided then that I'd give myself a week—one week to see if I could gain my memories back, to see if something would change. If not, I'd leave to find Magneto.

Well, it's been a week, and nothing's changed. The memories are still as elusive as ever, and the frustration is eating away at me. I'm grateful to Charles for keeping me here, for trying to help me, but it's not enough. There's an edge in me that I can't quite escape, a restless, gnawing feeling that I don't belong here, that I need to do something—anything—to take control of my life again. It feels like it's driving me crazy, this endless waiting, this constant uncertainty.

I don't know what I expect to find with Magneto, or if he can even help me, but staying here isn't working. I need answers, and if I can't find them here, then I'll have to look elsewhere. Even if it means leaving behind the safety of the mansion, leaving behind the people who've tried to help me, I know I have to do this. I have to find out who I am, or I'll never be able to move forward.

So I packed a small bag with the essentials and made my way quietly through the halls, careful not to wake anyone. It wasn't easy to leave, but the decision had been made, and I was determined to see it through. As I approached the front door, I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the lock. Just as I was about to turn it, I heard a low, rough voice behind me.

"Where are you going?"

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I turned around slowly, and there he was—Logan, standing in the dim light of the hallway, his eyes sharp and focused on me.

"Logan, I—" I started, but he cut me off, his expression darkening.

"You're not leaving," he said, his voice firm, almost commanding. "Not like this."

Anger flared up inside me, a mix of frustration and desperation. "You have no right to tell me what to do," I shot back, my voice rising with the intensity of my emotions. "You're not in control of me. You're no one to me."

Logan stepped closer, his posture tense. "I won't let you go," he said, his voice low and determined. "It's too dangerous. You don't even know what you're doing."

"Get out of my way, Logan," I demanded, my voice shaking with anger. I wasn't going to let him stop me, not when I was finally taking control of my own life.

Logan's eyes narrowed, and in a swift movement, he reached out to grab my arm, trying to pull me away from the door. "I can't let you do this."

The touch of his hand on my arm was like a spark that ignited something deep inside me, something powerful and uncontrollable. Without thinking, I reacted, my telekinesis surging to the surface. With a wave of my hand, I pushed him away, the force of it sending him flying back into the couch with a heavy thud.

Logan looked up at me, shock and something else—pain, maybe—flickering in his eyes. But I didn't stop to think about it. I couldn't. I needed to leave, needed to find answers, and nothing was going to stand in my way.

I turned away from him, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I unlocked the door. Then, without a second glance, I pushed it open and stepped outside. The cool night air hit me, and with a final burst of energy, I lifted off the ground, flying into the night, leaving Logan and the mansion behind.

As I soared into the sky, the wind whipping around me, I tried to push the image of Logan's face from my mind. But it lingered, a reminder of the choice I'd just made, and the path I was now committed to.

I was on my own now, and there was no turning back.

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As I flew through the night, the wind rushing past me, I reached into my bag and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. It was the one I'd taken from Charles's study—a place I knew I shouldn't have snooped around in, but I didn't have any other choice. Desperation had pushed me to do things I wouldn't normally consider, and now, this scrap of paper was my only lead.

Unfolding it carefully, I glanced down at the hastily scrawled address. It was where Magneto—or Erik, or whatever he called himself—was located. Last night, after I'd made the decision to leave, I'd looked it up on a computer in the library. The sanctuary was in a remote area, surrounded by trees, isolated from the rest of the world. The map had shown that it was about 20 hours away by car, but maybe, just maybe, it would be faster flying.

I stuffed the paper back into my bag and focused on the horizon. The night was vast and dark, the stars scattered across the sky like tiny pinpricks of light. There was a sense of freedom in the flight, in the vastness of the sky around me, but there was also a weight—a reminder of everything I was leaving behind, and everything I still didn't know.

I didn't know what I would find when I reached Magneto's sanctuary, or if he could help me at all. But I had to try. I couldn't stay in that mansion, surrounded by half-truths and lingering questions. I needed answers, and if that meant flying into the unknown, then so be it.

I had been flying for three hours now, the cool night air whipping against my face as the landscape below me passed by in a blur. The adrenaline that had fueled my escape from the mansion was beginning to wear off, and with it came a sharp pang of hunger. My stomach grumbled in protest, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since lunch. I decided to stop at a diner that popped up on my GPS, nestled in a small town just off the highway. It looked like the kind of place where the coffee was always hot and the food was comforting in its simplicity. Before I entered, I used my powers to change my outfit into something more appropriate for the scenery—jeans, a cozy sweater, and a pair of boots. I needed to blend in, not draw attention.

Pushing open the door, I walked into the diner and immediately felt a wave of warmth and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. The place was quiet, with only a few late-night patrons scattered at various tables. I chose a table on the right, away from the windows, and slid into the booth. As I picked up the menu, my stomach grumbled again, louder this time, at the sight of pancakes and bacon. I could almost taste the syrup and crispy bacon, and I realized just how much I needed this break.

A young woman with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing a pink apron approached me with a bright smile. She had a friendly, easygoing demeanor, the kind that put you at ease right away.

"Good evening, hon," she said, her voice cheerful. "What can I get for you tonight?"I glanced up from the menu, returning her smile with a small one of my own. "I'll have the pancakes and bacon, please," I replied, my mouth already watering at the thought. "And a cup of coffee."

"Coming right up," she said, jotting down my order on her notepad. "Anything else for you?"

I shook my head. "No, that'll be all. Thanks."

She nodded and turned to head back to the kitchen, leaving me to settle into the cozy atmosphere of the diner. As I waited for my food, I let my mind drift, the events of the night playing over and over in my head. The tension from earlier still lingered, but the prospect of a warm meal and a brief moment of normalcy was enough to help me relax, if only a little.

As I ate my food, savoring the warmth of the pancakes and the crispy bacon, my mind kept drifting back to the interaction I had with Logan just a few hours ago. No matter how much I tried to focus on the comfort of the meal, his words, his face, the look in his eyes—they all kept replaying in my head.

I stabbed a piece of pancake with my fork, my appetite fading as the memory of our confrontation crept in. The way he had tried to stop me, the desperation in his voice, and the moment I pushed him away with my powers—it all felt surreal now, like something out of a dream. But it wasn't a dream. It was real, and the guilt of leaving like that, of pushing him so forcefully, gnawed at me.

Logan had been so determined to keep me from leaving, to protect me from something I couldn't see. But why? What was it that made him so insistent, so unwilling to let me go? And why did it bother me so much that I had left him there, looking at me with a mixture of pain and something else I couldn't quite place?

I took another bite, but it tasted like ash in my mouth. No matter how justified I felt in leaving, no matter how much I knew I needed to find my own answers, a part of me couldn't shake the feeling that I'd hurt him. And that realization made me uncomfortable, like an itch I couldn't scratch.

Why did it matter so much? Why did he matter so much? He was just a stranger to me—a stranger who clearly knew more about me than I did about myself, but a stranger nonetheless. So why couldn't I just let it go? Why did his presence, his words, linger in my mind like a ghost that wouldn't leave?

I sighed, pushing my plate away slightly. The food had been good, comforting in a way, but it couldn't fill the emptiness inside me. It couldn't answer the questions swirling around in my head, the questions that Logan had only made more complicated.

As I sipped my coffee, I tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the road ahead, on the task at hand. But it was harder than I'd expected. Logan's voice, his eyes, the way he'd looked at me with something akin to sorrow—it all stayed with me, no matter how much I wanted to leave it behind.

And I couldn't help but wonder if, in leaving, I had made a mistake that I wouldn't be able to take back.

I finished my food and left a generous tip on the table, trying to push aside the lingering thoughts about Logan. As I walked out of the diner, I quickly changed my clothes back into my suit with a flick of my wrist. With a little jump, I launched myself into the air, flying in the direction of Magneto's sanctuary.

The hours passed by in a blur as I flew, the landscape beneath me gradually shifting from towns and highways to dense forests and mountains. My mind wandered, but I kept my focus on the task at hand, pushing down any lingering doubts or second thoughts. This was what I had to do—no turning back now.

After a few more hours, my phone buzzed, indicating that I had reached my destination. It was now 10 am, and I realized with a small sense of satisfaction that it had only taken me half the time that Google Maps had estimated. Nice, I thought to myself, feeling a small spark of pride at my ability to cover ground so quickly.

I pulled out my phone, intending to check my exact location, but I was greeted with four unread messages. One from Charles, asking me to come back, two from Vanessa, and one from Wade. I couldn't help the surge of annoyance that flared up. I guess Logan already went to tattle-tale, I thought with a scowl. Typical. I didn't even bother to open the messages; instead, I turned off my phone and tucked it away. I didn't need any more distractions.

As I descended to the ground, I decided to change out of my suit. I didn't want to seem threatening, especially if I was about to walk into a place filled with mutants who might be on edge. With a flick of my wrist, I changed my outfit into something more casual and approachable—boot-cut jeans, a small green tee, a leather jacket, and matching leather boots. The look was practical but still had an edge, a balance I thought would serve me well in the situation I was about to face.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and began walking towards the entrance of what I assumed was the sanctuary. From a distance, I could make out the inside through the surrounding fence and trees. It was unlike anything I had expected—stacked semi-truck containers, arranged in a way that made them look like small, makeshift apartments. The scene was surreal, a patchwork of steel and nature blending together, creating a unique, almost otherworldly environment.

As I stepped closer, I could see people—no, mutants—moving about inside the sanctuary. They seemed to go about their day with a sense of purpose, but there was also an air of wariness, as if they were always on alert. It made sense, given that this was a place where mutants sought refuge. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the reality of the world I was now a part of.

Finally, I reached the entrance, a large metal door that stood tall and imposing. The surface was smooth and cold, reflecting the muted light of the overcast sky above. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over a button on the side of the door. This was it—the point of no return.

I pressed the button, and a soft, metallic hum echoed through the air. A moment later, a small speaker crackled to life, and a voice, deep and measured, came through.

"State your name and purpose."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. There was no turning back now. "My name is Violet," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm here to see Magneto. I need his help."

There was a brief pause, the silence stretching out uncomfortably. Then, the speaker crackled again, and the voice responded.

"Wait there."

The connection cut off abruptly, leaving me standing alone in front of the massive door. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, wondering if I had made the right decision. But there was no time to second-guess myself. I had come this far, and I wasn't about to turn back now.I waited, the tension in the air almost palpable. After what felt like an eternity, I heard the heavy clank of gears turning, and the metal door slowly began to slide open. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever was on the other side, and stepped forward into the unknown.

Next chapter: Part 16: The inevitable

[nessihow]

Heartbeat (Logan Howlett x Reader)

Prologue.

Jessica befriended Wade looking for new emotions, looking for something to break her out of her receptionist routine and make her feel alive again. What she did not expect was to find a man who would completely unsettle her. Not even to discover that the feelings of her closest friend were much stronger than a friendship.

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Wade was looking forward to seeing her, it had been a long time since he had last been with her. They had been friends for almost a year. . Since then, they got together from time to time to watch a movie, get drunk, have sex...

Jessica was not doing very well at work, you know that kind of office where the boss is a bastard? Yeah, she worked in that kind of company. There was never much money, she couldn't afford a decent career. But by making eyes she had landed a job as an administrative clerk, or as they called her to make her feel bad, the receptionist. 

He didn't like his job, he didn't like his city, he didn't like his life, for years he had wanted to disappear from that reality.Until she met Wade Wilson.She met Wade after he broke up with Vanessa, from the first day he found in Jessica a shoulder to cry on and a faithful companion.

It was completely obvious that at first Wade just wanted to sleep with her. Jessica had tried to resist at first, her willpower didn't hold out for long. One night, he drunkenly promised her that he was going to make it work, swore to her that he loved her and would devote his life to her if he had to. Jessica's heart was squeezed, but not with tenderness, but with pain, knowing that all this was false. The next day, Wade was not so drunk, and all his promises were gone that morning when he called Vanessa crying because he missed her. There were things that didn't work, they had both understood that. But neither was willing to give up the presence of the other. It had become daily, it had become necessary. In the end, instead of lovers, they had become friends. Wade had been gone for a few weeks, and when he returned, he didn't hesitate to plan a movie night with his favourite buddy. Only this sleepover was going to be a little different from the others. "Who are you?" said a man much older than Wade and much better looking than him, as he opened the door for him."AL! JESSY HAS ARRIVED. Come in, honey," Wade said as he opened the door wide and hugged her warmly. "It's been forever, where have you been, Wilson?" Jessica smiled as she walked away from him. "Saving the world so that beautiful things like you can continue to exist," the girl rolled her eyes when she heard her friend's compliments. He was a flattering bastard.

"Who is your friend?" The man was still at the entrance of the house, he had closed the door and was leaning against it with his arms crossed and raising an eyebrow at the whole scene. The girl scanned the guy from top to bottom, drinking in that bad boy pose that he imposed on her so much."GOD, IT'S TRUE, I was so looking forward to introducing him to you," Wade put his hands to his head, as if he had ruined a birthday party. "Remember that man with the animal complex I told you I fought with a few years ago?" the woman wrinkled her face as she felt the mutant's saliva on her face, he was talking so excited that he was spitting non-stop. "Spiderman?" she asked, very confused."NO! WITH MUCH MORE TESTOSTERONE. Just look at that hairstyle, he's a wolf, he's a dirty dog," at this last nickname, the man at the door stood up, uncrossing his arms and clenching his fists, ready to kill the loud-mouthed mercenary at any moment. " IT'S WOLVERINE" he extended his arms as he pointed at him, the man exhaled through his nose. His nostrils flaring as he frowned. "Wolverine? I don't know, I'm sure I've seen him on TV, but I don't know..." the woman wasn't lying, she couldn't really say she knew him. 

"Ignore this asshole, Bub, the name is Logan."

 "Nice to meet you, I guess, I'm Jessica, I'm a friend of Wade's." he approached her and the girl looked up to meet his eyes, but stood still and uncomfortably pondering whether she should shake his hand, or give him two kisses, or a polite hug....

"She's my fuck buddy" the younger man said, completely sure of himself as he nodded his head.

"Oh my god, that's completely untrue!" she exclaimed, not expecting such barbarity from him. Well, if she imagined it, it was something Wade would say. She just wasn't used to those moments yet.

"He's still in the denial stage, just like you, you'll both go down eventually." he pointed at them both making pistol signs with his fingers before hearing a beep and running off to the kitchen. Probably the popcorn.

"Why do you put up with this character, why would you willingly hang out with him?" Logan had plopped down on one of the couches, stretching his legs out and leaving a small space in the corner for her to sit, all gentlemanly. She was lucky that Wade's couch was huge, and that man wasn't very tall either. 

"Maybe I'm looking for the abnormal brother I never had" She leaned back against the back of the couch in that cramped spot her companion had given her.

 "What about you? If according to Wade, you're some kind of superhero, what are you doing here with him?" the brunette asked genuinely.

The sound of Logan's laughter flooded the room, the girl didn't quite understand his reaction, but shuddered as she heard his chest rumble. It was husky, it was hard, it was fucking sexy. "Kid, I'm absolutely everything but a superhero, but hey, I guess between living with him and living badly waiting for my death. I chose the hard option."  It sounded like he was talking about something really serious, but he wanted to take the heat off the matter.

"I'd choose dying over living completely with him, if I'm being honest."  It was of course a lie, she loved Wade like a brother, and he made her life so much more exciting.

"He's not that bad, sometimes he steals pizzas from the shop downstairs." Jessica smiled at her friend's confession of crimes, it wasn't the first time they had eaten free fast food.

After laughing at the situation, there was an awkward silence in the room. What the fuck was Wade doing with the popcorn? The answer came quickly when a burning smell came through the doorway connecting to the kitchen, they wrinkled their noses at the smoke. It would take even longer to make others, and Logan was still silent, unwilling or unable to say anything. An introvert's fight? Not really, neither of them were shy, but when they opened their mouths to say something, the words wouldn't come out, and they would close them again, grimacing with their lips. In one of these attempts their gazes connected, the girl saw how the man scratched behind his ear, and decided she had to break the silence before the silence broke her and started reciting biblical passages.

"So... How did you meet Wade?" she asked, changing the position she was sitting in on the couch. Her whole body itched strangely, it could be nerves, but it could also be the dirty couch.

"I met him at a gay bar." at that very moment, Wade walked in with a giant bowl of popcorn in his hands. Logan swung his legs off the couch to make room for the mercenary, but he whined quickly, like a child.

"Yeah, you're crazy if you think I'm going to give you the comfy spot on the couch, I'm sitting next to the armrest, I want to rest my head there. "The older man decided not to fight him and give him the spot, now he was next to her, and she could feel even more the smell of cigarettes permeating her, well, it was something much stronger than cigarettes, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. 

"This fucker came into my dimension, manipulated me and made me help him save this reality" Logan popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"What do you mean your dimension?" Jessica furrowed her eyebrows, Wade had told her mind-blowing things in all that time and even more to the point, he had shown them to her. On one occasion she had even visualized him breaking the laws of physics and other sciences when confronted by mercenaries who were out to kill him.

"Yeah, you remember everything I told you about Cable? Well apparently it's not only possible to time travel, you can also travel between universes. BUT THAT'S NOT THE IMPORTANT THING, THE IMPORTANT THING IS THAT I DIDN'T LIE, I MADE UP REALITY." She sighed heavily, assimilating a little badly everything they were telling her. Would there be another version of her that was living a better life? Could she undo all her mistakes and go live in another reality? What had pushed Logan to leave his reality and live in this one? What had happened to the Logan of that dimension? His eyes remained fixed on the television, still unlit. And something in his memory clicked.

-WAIT, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE," the woman shouted, suddenly standing up and startling the two men who were arguing over a Honda Odyssey. - YOU WERE IN THE X-MEN, THE GUY WITH THE CLAWS, I SAW YOU IN ACTION WHEN I WAS LITTLE. - after her outburst, she felt as if she had remembered something essential on an exam.

Like when you're thinking all day about the name of a song, and it comes to mind just before you go to sleep.

Although Jessica was expected to be happy, Logan clenched his jaw and looked away. He didn't like being associated with the Wolverine from that dimension, when Laura confronted him at camp, he was annoyed by it. It seemed everyone expected him to be a person he wasn't in reality.

"Well, that one you saw on TV is dead, but here our friend is just as cool as he is." Wade was conveying a kinder tone, he already knew how his partner felt about the comparison, he was trying to calm the waters before Logan responded rudely and Jessica freaked out.

"I... sorry, I know you’re not him, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable."

Now the atmosphere was uncomfortable again, Logan looked at her and told her not to worry

But instead of taking his eyes away from her, he spent a few minutes examining her features. She seemed really sorry, as if she really cared about hurting her. Not something that Logan was used to, most of the people he dealt with in his previous dimension were insulting and booing him. Wade and the other mutants also seemed to use him as a weapon rather than a person.

But Jessica stood there with those green eyes and while she gave her a look of pity made Logan feel after half his life that someone really respected him. 

"Do you want to watch the movie with us? Otherwise I’m not gonna put up with Wade making jokes about actors."

She spoke with her renewed enthusiasm, the younger man thought it was an apology rather than a proposal. To look good.

But the older mutant, blinded by the sympathy he had longed for centuries, nodded without thinking.

"I don’t have anything better to do either, but we’re not watching a drama."

[loving-barnes]

BUCKY BARNES – POOL. DEAD.

(A/N): Another one-shot? What? Is this really happening? I mean... yes. I just wanted to write something and post it... so here you go.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x mutant!female reader

Summary: Y/N has a fucked-up friend.

Warning: language, some sexual themes (just a little bit)

Words: 1500+

BUCKY BARNES – POOL. DEAD.

The day was replaced by night. Bucky was walking through Central Park with his lover by his side. Their hands were occasionally toughing and as much as he wanted to grab her hand into his, he wouldn’t do it. They were on a mission that she didn’t want to tell him about. It drove him crazy. Their walk was slow and confident. Both looked dangerous, but not as dangerous as the person they were supposed to meet. Y/N’s old friend.

“Are you sure we can trust this guy?” Bucky asked her, eyes scanning the surroundings. He trusted his girlfriend, however, he always kept his eyes open and was ready for anything. 

“He’s an asshole but you will love him,” she said. 

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Y/n smiled. There were not many people in her life she trusted. She trusted Bucky. She loved him with her whole heart. This guy was also one of the people she trusted. They had a history together and experienced the same shit together. “Just trust me, honey. I know what I’m doing.”

“Does Sam know this guy?” he asked.

“No, he doesn’t. Although, he might like him too.”

“Y/N, you are killing me here,” Bucky stopped walking. He turned to her, a bit annoyed. “You didn’t give me any info. You didn’t give me the name of this dude or what kind of person this friend of yours is. I love you, I trust you, but…”

Her hands wrapped around his neck as she smiled at him lovingly. “We need him, Buck. We finally found the organisation that is turning people into mutants and using them as a weapon of mass destruction. I want him to come with us and let him play with those assholes,” she explained. 

Without waiting, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. His hands wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly. It’s been some time since he kissed her and while they were alone, he took his opportunity.

“Someone is eager,” she chuckled, loving how clingy he was. Any public display of affection was rare, but she enjoyed every second of it.

“Ugh, you’re gonna make me gag,” said a voice from the dark, making a disgusting hurling sound. Y/N bit her lower lip, trying to hold her laugh.

Bucky frowned, pushing her body protectively behind his. Y/N simply rolled her eyes at the action but let it slide. That’s when a person, all dressed in a tight red combat suit came out of the dark. His whole face was covered under a red mask and he had two swords sticking out behind his back. He was even clapping his hands.

“I never knew you liked tongue-fucking in public,” he stated, laughing at the couple. “Dirty girl.”

She rolled her eyes and patted Bucky’s shoulder to keep him calm. Then she approached him. “Nice seeing you too, Wade. So, still ugly under the mask? Do children think you are the monster under the bed?”

Bucky’s eyes widened, shocked by the words coming from his girlfriend's mouth. 

“Hah, oh you know how it is. But I tried this new moisturising mask and I think it made my skin softer,” he said. “I’m always trying to stay hydrated.” 

“As if that is going to help you,” she fake-smiled at him. When Y/N turned to her boyfriend, she noticed how confused he was. “James, this is Wade, the old friend.”

“Ouch, that hurt, Y/N. I’m not old,” he pretended to be offended. “By the way, I’m Pool. Dead. Your partner and I were tortured together in the past by a man named himself a dish soap brand. Oh, those were the fun old days. I miss them.”

“Yeah, those were the days,” Y/N laughed. “How’ve you been, dickhead? How’s Vanessa?”

“Good, good. The baby-making factory is now open and we are trying to have a family,” he said proudly. “Can you imagine a mini-me running around with a gun and my sword, killing all those bad guys?” Wade daydreamed. “So, what about you? Are you and Terminator also planning a family? Oh! Can you imagine our kids playing together? That’d be so fucked up,” and he laughed. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Bucky whispered, confused. 

Y/N stroked his back lovingly and smiled. “Wade has no manners and does not know how to normally talk to people. As he said, together we were used for an experiment that turned us into these mutant-like people and then they wanted to use us. Luckily, with Wade’s help, we managed to escape. It wasn’t pleasant, but here we are.”

Wade tilted his head. “So, princess, what is it that you want from me?” 

“We found more people that tortured you,” said Bucky firmly, trying to show him his dominance. He didn’t like the princess nickname he gave her. 

“Wait, I killed Ajax and that busty bitch that worked for him,” Wade commented. 

“Yeah, turns out, there are more people that run this business and we have the chance to kill them all.” 

“We are not going to kill them,” Bucky frowned at her. 

“Oh, we are most certainly going to kill them,” said Wade. “It’s going to be so much fun! But, if you are not feeling comfortable doing it, Soldier Boy, then I suggest you stay back and let us play.” 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, come on, Wade, play nice.” 

“How can you be friends with this asshole?” Bucky had to ask. 

“I told you he’s an ass,” she said. 

“Ha, ha, ha, god, you really are hurting my feelings,” Wade laughed. “I like you. Anyway, back to the cock-suckers that are still thriving in this world. Where are they now?” 

“They have a new base in Mexico where it is easier is collect people for their experiments and turn them into mutants. This time, they are also kidnapping children. It’s turning into something darker and twisted than it was before. We went willingly, but they used us. Now, it’s a different game.” 

“The company is now called Nightlock,” Y/N continued. 

“Wait, is it actually happening? Are we entering the Hunger Games?” he put three fingers to where his mouth would be, kissed them and then raised them in the air, whistling. 

Bucky had his mouth open, not catching up. 

“Honey, I’m going to show you the Hunger Games trilogy once we have more time,” she said sweetly. 

“He didn’t see the Hunger Games? Break up with him,” Wade shook his head in disapproval. 

Bucky was ready to attack the man, but Y/N quickly stopped him with her power and trapped him in tight purple lighting. “Easy there, tiger. I thought you were already caught up in this conversation but we still have a lot to learn.” When she felt his body relax, she lifted the power and grabbed him by his flesh hand. 

Wade laughed. “Well, this was fun but I’ve got to go. I have to give a cock-shot to one fucker who has been harassing this girl’s life. Or what I like to call it - a play-date night. Send me the details and I’ll see you soon.”

“Just check your e-mail, douche. You already have everything there.” 

“How did you manage that you little witch?” he gasped. 

“I’m just that good,” she winked at him. 

“Yes you are you dirty girl,” he teased. “I’ll give you a call tomorrow.” 

“Wade,” she said his name sweetly. “Please don’t call me when you’ll have sex with Vanessa. It’s creeping me out.” 

“What?” Bucky gasped. 

That’s when both Wade and Y/N started to laugh loudly. “Oh my fucking god, your boyfriend is delicious. I could eat him up. Ah, this was fun, Y/N.”

“Yes, it was. I’ll see you soon, Deadpool-y boy,” she waved at him and took Bucky with her. 

“Deadpool-y boy? Fuck you,” he shouted at her. 

When the pair was far away from the “Pool” guy, as Bucky thought, he turned her around and grabbed her by the shoulders. “What the actual fuck was that Y/N?” he had to ask. “That guy is your friend? You have weird friends.” 

She quickly leaned in and kissed his lips. “Yes, he is and he’s the best.” Bucky immediately glared at her. “Second best, because you are the number one, baby.” 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure.”

“Have you slept with him?” he asked carefully. 

“Ew!” she shouted and smacked his chest. “How could you think of that question? Ugh, nasty. Although, I must admit that I saw him naked once - and it was not nice,” she shivered. “He wears a costume and the mask for a reason Buck. He would bring you nightmares.” 

“Oh, god, I’m not going to ask anything else,” his face lost a bit of colour. 

Y/N laughed at him and cuddled closer to his side. “I love you, Buck. And you know what?” 

He raised his eyebrows. “What?” 

She pulled herself closer to him, pressing her lips to his ear. “You are bigger than him,” and she bit his earlobe. 

Bucky shivered. “Can we go home now?” he slightly moaned as he felt her lips travelling to his neck where she peppered him with kisses. 

“Oh yeah, big boy.”

[coffeecat1983]

Deadpool mini fic. "Say it to me." (rated PG-13/R)

Slightly spicy fluff under the cut.

   Deadpool yawned with a cat-like stretch as he settled against his lover. His fingers lightly traced over the other's chest, admiring the glint off of his flesh in the low light.      "I don't get you." he said, head coming to rest on his arm as he gazed into the other's eyes.    A rich rumble, a laugh that made his heart flutter and a hand, cool and gentle stroked his cheek.      "What's not to get, Wade?" Colossus asked. He raised an eyebrow, giving the look that made Deadpool want to melt into his arms.    The Merc sat up while still looking at him. "I mean, I've got other partners, you know that already."      "I do."      "Heh save that for the alter, cute stuff."      "Wade."

Groaning, Deadpool rolled off of him and sat up again. Colossus sat up with him. A sound caught their attention. Rain had begun and was pattering against the window.      "Rainy night. Cliche, dear author, but still a nice touch." Deadpool said, gazing off at something Colossus couldn't see. It was an action the X-Man had gotten used to over the years.      "What's troubling you, Wade? You seem distracted." Turning back to face him only fueled the flood of emotions that were sweeping through Deadpool. That look. That damned caring, concerned look. No one else ever had that look.      "How do you do it?" he said again. "When I was with Vanessa sex was..." he paused. "It was passionate and wild and all over the place. And I mean all over, tables, chairs, the shower, hell we-"      "Wade..."      "Right, right. Not the point. Then there's Logan, sex with him, it's not so much sex as it is stabby stabby sometimes without a blade. Hell, we have to go to the middle of nowhere just to hide the bloodstains. No cheap motel would stay standing with the way we go at it! A Honda in the woods, that's the way to go."    He stood and began pacing. "And Peter, oh ho, don't let him fool you. Mr. 'I'm as vanilla as a plain ice cream cone' is anything but. Did you know prostate milking is a thing? That man's fingers do things to you, my friend. They get up in there and just don't quit! Puts all of Pornhub to shame."    Colossus remained quiet at his ramblings, listening intently. His brief outburst over, Deadpool sat back on the bed as he stared at the floor.      "And then there's you. Bigger than all of em, strong as fuck, you could use me like your own personal fleshlight if you wanted." his voice was soft with a hint of confusion. "But you don't. Sex with you, it feels different somehow."    Turning he stared at Colossus. "How do you do it? Make it feel like that?"    The bed creaked as Colossus leaned against the headboard. The sheet fell away, revealing his naked form and Deadpool couldn't help but admire the sight.

     "I think," Colossus began, "what we have is not sex."      "I donno what they teach here but I was under the impression that when's someone's dick is in your ass, that's usually sex."    A groan of amusement and frustration. "That is not what I am saying! Sex is feral, animal. You and Logan, both animals when you have sex, you see?"    That touch again. The metal fingers that could crush a man's trachea like a twig carefully traced a path from his ear to his throat, caressing the scarred skin and making him moan.      "God, how do you do that?" Deadpool whispered as he shivered. He crawled back up onto Colossus and met him in a tender kiss. "Your kisses are different." he muttered.    Another hand traced down his spine. "As I said it is not sex. It is more. I care about you." The hand moved further, cupping his ass. "I want you to feel good."    The larger man moved sleekly, turning while cradling Deadpool. Making sure he was resting against the pillows, Colossus kissed him again before running his fingers down the hot flesh.      "God, why?" Deadpool nearly whined as he squirmed. "How, why do you do that? Feels incredible."      "I love you, Wade."    The words hit like a slap to the face. He looked up at Colossus, eyes searching for any clue, any hint it was a joke.    He found none.      "Even words are different." he uttered. "I've never heard... I mean people have said it before but the way you say it, Christ it makes me feel like, like..."      "Like someone cares?" Colossus supplied.    A loud groan. "Like I somehow slipped into a romance movie! Or in this case novel. Novella? Fanfic, mini fic. Whatever! Point is I swear there are times I hear Wicked Game playing in the background. Or something from Disney, teapot singing and Beauty and the Beast shit." He got up and began pacing again. "Not that you're the Beast, hell even I know I'm no fuckin' Beauty." He crawled back on the bed, running a hand over Colossus' chest.      "No, you, you're definitely the beauty here." he breathed. Leaning in, he whimpered and flopped off of his lover mid-kiss.      "God, how do you do that?! I mean c'mon, I'm not used to fluff! Be rough with me, tell me I'm a whore, manhandle me, call me your lil David Jenkins brand slut patent pending, anything!"

   Colossus moved and pinned him down by the arms. "Why would I do that? You are none of those things, no matter what you say." Lips that were cool grazed over his chest, placing kisses all around.      "Maybe I do not want a 'slut', as you put it."      "Then what am I?" Deadpool groaned out. "You callin' me a Disney Princess?"    A rich laugh, hot breath teasing his skin.      "Not a princess. So much more."      "So cheesy, but don't stop." Rolling over, Colossus pulled Deadpool on top of him. "You ready for next round?" A purr as Deadpool straddled him. "C'mon big boy, pet your kitty. Make me feel loved."      "Maybe you are a little bit princess." Colossus smiled.      "Knew it!" Deadpool pumped his fist. "Princess all the way!" He dropped, wrapping his arms around Colossus as he snuggled against him.      "Tell me again. Say that 'L' word again." he whispered.      "Mmm, no. You say first." Another groan. "You gotta be fucking with me! I mean more than you have been."    Shifting so he was on his side, Colossus rested his head in the palm of his hand as Deadpool was tossed off. From the smirk, the X-Man was clearly enjoying himself. Grumbling loudly under his breath, Deadpool rolled over with his back to him, folding his arms.      "You can't make me."      "Really?" Colossus was still enjoying himself. A massive arm wrapped around the smaller man, pulling him close. "I think I can."    An irritated glance. "No you ca-ah sweet mother of-!" He couldn't finish, his breath catching in his throat as Colossus' fingers slid down and began stroking him.      "That's cheating." he moaned.    A silver tongue ran teasingly up his member. "Is not. It is, as you say, 'Maximum Effort'."      "Okay mister that's copyright infring-Ohhh my God." His eyes rolled back as Colossus began to nuzzle between his legs.

   A little later, Negasonic and Yukio passed by the bedrooms on their way downstairs. From within came the sound of Deadpool uttering something over and over.      "Love you I love you, oh God I love you..."      "Oh lord." Negasonic said as she covered her ears. "I did not need to hear that!" Yukio giggled as they rushed past. "I think it's sweet."    A voice called out from behind the thick door. "Thanks Yukio!"      "You're welcome, Wade!"

END By "CC"

[taughtintegrity]

"that's not him. this is some fucking mind game that one of his enemies made up."

seth’s knuckles are white around the cup in his hand as he watches ethan—not the one they all know & love, but an older version—standing next to wade across the room, towering over him as he calmly drinks something alcoholic from an ornate glass. ethan is engaged in a conversation with wade, discussing something seth can’t quite hear. seth wouldn’t be able to pronounce the name of the alcohol ethan & wade are drinking if he tried.

wade & vanessa’s apartment, once filled with warmth & familiarity, now feels suffocating to seth. this new version of ethan is so out of place that it’s unsettling. the way he sips his drink with such nonchalance, the way his bright blue eyes scan the room with an air of indifference, his fancy suit & overcoat—none of it matches the energetic, caring, chaotic friend seth is used to. it’s like he’s looking at a stranger. he misses ethan’s chaotic nature. this version of him certainly doesn’t have that same spark.

it’s been four weeks since ethan fell into a coma, & seth’s heart ached with a deep, gnawing frustration as he sat by ethan’s hospital bed. each day felt like a slow, relentless torment. the sight of ethan lying still, unresponsive, in the sterile hospital room was a stark contrast to the vibrant, dynamic friend seth remembered. the quiet beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound breaking the silence, a constant reminder of his close friend’s absence.

seth’s mind has been a whirlwind of confusion & sorrow. he’s been haunted by the image of ethan’s once lively eyes, now closed & distant, replaced by the unchanging, serene expression of someone who had withdrawn from the world. the fact that ethan’s younger vessel has been comatose for four weeks now feels like an eternity. seth’s been struggling with the weight of his feelings, unable to fully process the reality of ethan’s condition.

the doctors can’t help him. this version of ethan’s essence can’t return to the body. he might never wake up. it crushes seth.

every visit he’s made to the hospital brings a mixture of hope & despair. seth tries to focus on the positive, clinging to the faintest possibility of ethan waking up, but the longer he waits, the longer the other vessel lies comatose, & the harder it becomes to maintain that hope. the initial two weeks of uncertainty & pure chaos of ethan being comatose had turned into a grueling wait, where each day felt like an endless stretch of time, filled with unanswered questions & a deep sense of helplessness.

their ethan hadn’t appeared in anyone’s dreams or reached out to them. no one knew if he was really dead or not.

during those initial two weeks, which has now stretched into four, seth often found himself replaying memories of ethan in his mind—laughing, fighting alongside him & his friends, sharing moments together. these memories were a bittersweet escape, a stark contrast to the lifeless figure in the hospital bed. the dissonance between the ethan he knew & the one trapped in a comatose state was almost too much to bear.

he’s been overwhelmed by a feeling of profound loss, even though ethan is physically present in a new form. the emotional distance is palpable, & it leave seth left struggling with a mix of anger, fear, & sorrow. anger at the circumstances that had led to this, fear of losing his friend completely, & sorrow for the life that ethan was missing out on while he remained trapped in this liminal state.

not to mention: this new scary detachment he has in all aspects of his dynamics. ethan’s barely spoken with seth since he changed. he doesn’t hold robby’s hand, either, or look at him the same way seth has known how he used to, practically since ethan & robby met.

in the middle of his musings, calla & chase had decided to robby away momentarily, trying to get his mind off of how different ethan is now. taking a deep breath, seth makes his way over to robby, his steps quick & purposeful. he pulls robby aside, his face etched with worry. ❝ hey, can we talk for a minute? ❞ seth’s voice is low & urgent.

once robby nods, seth pulls him out onto the balcony, closing the door. the temperature has dropped some, & the valley’s lights are shining faintly in the distance. there’s more light spilling out onto the balcony from the warm glow inside of the apartment, where their friends & family & partners are.

ethan says nothing & does nothing, simply continuing his conversation with wade—his… buddy? what are they now, if not father & son? are they just friends?

❝ it’s ethan, ❞ seth begins once robby turns to face him, his voice trembling slightly as he shoves a hand into his hoodie’s pocket. ❝ he’s… so different. i don’t know how to explain it. it’s like he’s not the same person we’ve known. he’s acting so detached, so— ❞

@taughtpain interrupts, his eyes narrowing with frustration. ❝ that’s not him. this is some fucking mind game that one of his enemies made up. ❞

seth nods, but the unease in his chest doesn’t dissipate. it’s understandable that robby’s struggling the most with this new ethan out of everyone—seth’s also struggling to reconcile this new version of ethan with the friend he once knew. the transition from the warm, genuine ethan to this detached, aloof, almost alien presence is very jarring. it’s as if he’s looking at a mirror image that’s been distorted, & he can’t quite understand what’s real.

ethan fully moved out of their apartment & even the whole building the morning after—& he apparently slept on the couch. he was gone when miguel woke up the next morning, who immediately alerted robby, sam & tory about ethan being missing in action—not to mention all their friends, too. but then ethan said he’s moved out, that he doesn’t want to stay with them because he doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable.

he took off his fucking engagement ring.

jesus christ. if seth feels this way, he can’t imagine how ethan’s partners feel.

❝ do you think there’s any chance we’re misjudging this? ❞ seth asks, his voice heavy with the weight of his confusion.

[taughtdefense]

how many alarms do they have set on their phone? what is their alarm ringtone?

headcanon questions! | always accepting. | @mecwmellc

because of his ADD & general scrambled mind ( living billions of lifetimes in existence gets very confusing & overwhelming quickly ), ethan sets alarms on his phone for certain things! for example, if he has to get ready to change into his gi for training.

waking up is another big one he struggles with, especially in season 5 & the upcoming season 6 because of his partners. he’d much rather be in bed with them than have to get up & face the day. he always hits snooze on his phone with them, or ‘accidentally’ forgets to set a wake up alarm & let his body wake up naturally.

( side note: but he went through a brief period where he didn’t set alarms for anything, & would accidentally arrive late to practices, Concerning wade & vanessa—@teachesdiscipline — & daniel, johnny & olen— @teachescenter ; until his showing ups to practices—or being in the general public—became less frequent. that was due to his pretty intense depressive episodes. )

as for the alarm ringtone on his phone, ethan tried scrolling through the options, got almost immediately overwhelmed at all of the choices, & picked a random one: the early riser alarm. it’s been his alarm tone since season one!

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Hey, could you by any chance make a Deadpool x male reader fluff, there is like no Deadpool x male reader stories and I need more to cure my depression, so could you pls Make one, pls and thx?

A/N: Thanks for the request my dude! I hope you like it! It was inspired by the Tin Tok's of the girl calling her boyfriend weird names and that's definitely wades energy.

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Deadpool x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

Warnings: cussing, Deadpool is Deadpool, mentions of murder and blood, fluff, idea came from a Tik Tok, cursing

Word count: 610

If you had mentioned Wade finding a new partner after Vanessa died, he probably would’ve killed you, but here he was a few years later curled up in bed with his adorable boyfriend. When he first met Y/n there was an immediate attraction to him, but he refused to allow himself to get attached, in fear the boy would die too. Of course, the little asshole was stubborn and ended up worming his way into the mercenary’s heart.

Wade didn’t know how attached he was to Y/n until he showed up on his doorstep, bleeding from a stab wound and an adorable pout on his lips. “I got stabbed.” It was simple and rather obvious, but God Wade almost had a heart attack. “I killed the bastard though!” You gave him this toothy grin and he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at you. He patched you up and after that he was basically attached at your hip. He had killed a number of people for you, not wanting his baby boy to get hurt again.

He actually confessed his feelings for you after he had disemboweled someone, still covered in their blood and guts, but the grin you gave him had his knees weak. Wade had ripped his mask off and before you could say anything his lips were on yours, possessive and vicious as he held onto you.

Skip forward a couple of months and here he was, arms wrapped around your waist as you slept soundly, cheek pressed against his chest. He couldn’t help but admire you as you slept, his baby boys face was relaxed, your usual furrowed eyebrows were smoothed out, making you look even more gorgeous. A smile spread across his lips when Y/n began to wake, his fingers gently raking over his scalp.

“Good morning my rotten banana.” He breathed out, holding back a grin as you looked up at his, eyes narrowed and a confused look on your face. “The fuck did you just call me?” Wade leaned down, pecking your lips. “My rotten banana.” He replied, causing you to let out a defeated sigh. “Seriously the weird nick names again?” Your voice sounded almost pained, making the grin he was failing to conceal widen. “You know you love it.”

You pulled away from him, making him pout. “I despise it.” You replied in a bored tone, giving your boyfriend a look before slipping out of the bed. “I need coffee before I can deal with your shit.” Wade only winked in return, leaning against the pillows as he watched you leave the room. God, he hated to see you leave but loved to watch you go.

Wade laid in bed for a few moments, before deciding to go bother Y/n once more. The mercenary walked into the kitchen, arms wrapping around your waist. “What do you wanna do today, my shriveled papaya?” Before wade could get another word out, an elbow harshly shoved into his ribs, causing him to let out a wheeze.

“Wade Winston Wilson I swear to God if you call me one more weird name, I’m gonna castrate you.” You looked up at him, an annoyed but loving look on your face. “You love me to much my little Lochness monster.” The mercenary let out a terrified screech, fleeing from his boyfriend as you grabbed a knife from the counter, following behind your boyfriend as you laughed loudly. Jesus Wade sometimes forgot how scary you could be.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Obey Me Brothers X MC as Couples on TV Shows/Movies I've watched

Lucifer X MC

Klaus X Cami- The Originals

The passion, the sincerity, the way a human, Cami inspired goodness in Klaus, one of the most dangerous vampires in the world at the time. Just like how MC became a good influence for Lucifer, the most infamous demon of all time. Lucifer of course puts his family before everything, but he considers MC family too and truly grew to love MC like Klaus did for Cami.

Mammon X MC

April X Andy- Parks and Recreation

The sweetness, laughter and overall safety is exactly what Mammon provides for MC, just like how Andy, a lovable goofball, can make the dour April actually crack a smile. No one takes the guy seriously, sometimes not even April does because it's hard to. MC can tease Mammon too since he makes it so easy, but it doesn't stop Mammon from loving MC anymore than he already does, and it's clear MC loves Mammon dearly too.

Leviathan X MC

Sheldon X Amy- The Big Bang Theory

Sheldon is a total nerd who has very few friends and even fewer people who can tolerate his quirks, until he meets Amy. Leviathan, a shut-in otaku, had zero friends prior to meeting MC, who not only tolerates his quirks but loves him for it and Levi returns the feelings since he can be his otaku self with MC.

Satan X MC

Grace X Judd- 9-1-1 Lone Star

Everyone confuses Satan for Lucifer or compares him to so, and naturally that adds to Satan's bubbling pit of barely concealed rage and inferiority complex, but MC helps him see past that. It reminds me so much of how the troubled Judd finds his solace in the loving Grace, who comforts and heals his spiritual wounds.

Asmo X MC

Wade Wilson X Vanessa- Deadpool

Before he met Vanessa, Deadpool just did his thing, fooled around and didn't take anything seriously. Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust lived up to his name, but fell in genuine love with MC, who loves Asmodeus rather than simply lusts for him.

Beelzebub X MC

Grey Worm X Missandei- Game Of Thrones

A quieter love compared to the other pairings in Game of Thrones, Grey Worm's love for Missandei is pure and sincere, admiring her for her own talent and Missandei is fascinated by Grey Worm's strength and character. Beel wants to protect MC but admires their strength, just like how MC also admires Beel for his own strength and loyalty.

Belphegor X MC

Tate X Violet- American Horror Story: Murder House

Tate and Violet's love story is toxic, that's undeniable, but damn they are one of the most tragic, passionate love stories of all time. Tate's love for Violet was sincere and Violet's love for Tate was just as sincere even though he did horrible things to her family. Belphegor did some pretty awful things to MC, even killing them! Yet Belphegor truly loves MC, and despite everything, MC seems to love Belphegor just the same.