#to make sure that everyone knows that logan is his peanut

[mischievous-thunder]

Flashback:

[logansbaby]

Worst Logan is probably so touch starved

oh absolutely!!!!! thank you wonderful anon for sharing bc you’ve inspired this tiny drabble <3 extremely short but completely spurred on by my need to hug worst logan ty!

no warnings! just one use of slut by wade (ofc)

word count - around 1k

also, the song hear you me by jimmy eat world kept coming to me during this so! vibes maybe?

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Logan Howlett hates physical touch.

He hates the way people often go about trying to touch him, whether it be a brief tangle of fingers or a simple hug, he hates it.

He’s not entirely sure where it’s stemmed from, especially considering that as a younger man, he didn’t mind it. Maybe it’s because of the fact that people he cared for were always too far out of reach, leaving him a swirling mess filled with the aches that follow with unrequited feelings. Or, maybe its the fact that once he’d begun to open up to the people he considered family, he’d failed to protect them, only left to ruin their legacy with his destructive, lethal grief.

The reason doesn’t matter, not really, because he’s okay with being alone, nursing copious amounts of whisky shots to numb his loud thoughts.

His plan of rotting away in a bar alone goes to shit the minute Wade shows up and drags him into the shit show he’d landed himself in.

And somehow, after everything settles down, he finds himself stuck in a new universe, living with far too many bodies in Wade's apartment. He wonders why he stayed to begin with, especially with the way Wade pisses him off like no other, but he knows. In the back of his mind, he knows that the group of people he’s come to know have weaseled their way inside his guarded heart. Knowing doesn’t make it any easier to accept, though.

The red masked man often tells him he needs to get laid, get up and find someone to fix his grumpy, brooding act he has going on if he’s not going to let Wade do it himself (his words, not Logan’s).

And whenever he presses too much, Logan’s claws will unsheathe with that unmistakable snikt! before they dig into whatever limb of Wade’s is closest.

People had caught on very early that Logan dislikes physical contact, so it’s an unspoken rule by everyone to not push the man. Well, everyone except Wade— the man has been impaled by adamantium far too many times and never learns. That, or he just likes the pain a little too much.

So, it comes to a surprise to everyone when Logan doesn’t yell at you, sink his claws into a nearby surface in warning, or growl when you wrap the man in a hug the first time you meet him.

It’s at some party thrown by Wade— purely an excuse for the man to see Vanessa under the guise of a celebration for his newest hair system— or whatever the fuck he’d rambled on about, Logan wasn’t listening.

He’d been on his way out, the ghost taste of whisky tingling his tongue as he plans to waste away at the closest bar, when he catches a glimpse of something akin to an angel.

That something is you.

You— in all your pretty glory, a beacon of light that glows through the entirety of the dull apartment with just a single smile. Hair frames your face with wisps that kiss rosy-painted cheeks as you laugh at something someone says. A floral dress sits atop of curves that will absolutely haunt his nights. The scent of you tickles his heightened senses— a swirl of vanilla and honey so sweet that he suppresses a groan.

Logan believes then and there you’re a princess, an angel, something ethereal and enchanting. He wonders then why you’re friends with Wade.

He’s already speechless at the sight of you, wrapped up in thoughts, that he doesn’t realize you’re suddenly in front of him until an obnoxious voice startles him from the depths of his mind.

“Peanut! How could you leave without saying hi to sweetness here? Horribly rude if you ask me.”

Under any normal circumstance, Logan would’ve growled at the man before him, followed by a string of curses. However, he’s too occupied with his body thrumming at the sudden proximity and closeness to you.

“Hi!”

Of course, it makes sense that your voice matches your looks; sweet and syrupy with an addictive lilt.

Before he can utter a poorly spoken sentence, his body goes rigid, every muscle within him immediately tense as an unfamiliar weight is on him.

“Oh, peaches, you don’t want to do that, Wolvie isn’t much of a hugger—“ Wade’s warning comes too late, given the fact that you’re already wrapped around the man frozen in place.

And in an instant, the entire room is silent, because everyone here has witnessed Logan’s distaste when being touched, usually at the hands of Wade.

Logan’s body tingles with how still he is— waiting for that awful feeling to consume every bit of him at the touch of another.

Except, the feeling never comes.

Oblivious, your arms squeeze Logan’s waist as you hug him tightly, head resting against his chest, where his heart hammers maddeningly.

Why is he resisting the urge to bury his nose in your hair?

“I just want to say thank you. I don’t know how you did it, Wade won’t tell me. But I know you saved this universe and I couldn’t be more grateful!”

And, what?

He's confused. You’re speaking to him like you’ve known him your whole life, and he’s not used to this. He’s familiar with people regarding him with disgust or poorly conceived opinions, not this.

“I love my life, truly! My sweet little dog, my friends, my bakery, I couldn’t imagine it being taken away quicker than a breath, so thank you, Logan. Thank you so much!”

Genuine gratefulness coats your rambled words; it’s s then Logan realizes that you’ve pulled back, though your hands still rest causally on his hips, a kind smile gracing your face.

It also dawns on him that the dreaded feeling that often follows people touching him never came Instead, a pleasant tingle kisses the skin that your hands and body touched. Logan has never been more perplexed in his life.

The feel of you is taken away promptly, Wade yanking your body away from his and pulling you to his chest.

“Sorry sweetness, but Logan isn’t known for his love for hugs. He doesn’t like people touching him, it doesn’t end well. And, considering you’re you, I prefer you alive and healthy, not being turned into a human kabob.”

And at that, you feel horror fill you up, your heart sinking, face flushing.

Because oh my gosh, you never would have done that if you had known! but why did you anyway?! you always acted without thought and clearly it had caught up with you!

“I’m so, so unbelievably sorry! I— I didn’t mean to cross boundaries or make you uncomfortable! I’m so—“ before you can ramble yourself into further embarrassment, a deep voice cuts you off.

“S’okay.”

The words are simple, quick. Yet, the delivery of them shakes every person in the room to their core. The implication isn’t to be missed— Logan has never reacted that way to being touched before.

It’s quiet— the room watching with curiosity pooling their eyes and you’re filled to the brim with mortification. And then, the silence is gone when Wade gasps dramatically.

“Peanut, I’m hurt! I thought we had something special, I’ve been playing the long game. And now that’s ruined because some slut stole you away? With a hug? No offense, angel face, but I’m feeling catty.”

His nonsense snaps you out of your head and you roll your eyes, muttering a ‘shut up!’ before focusing on Logan’s face, the man currently glaring at Wade’s face.

“Logan, I’m so sorry. I really am—“

“Don’t worry about it.” He says, but what he really wants to say is please don’t be, your hug felt like home and didn’t make me feel sick for the first time in a long, long time.

You smile, weariness still present. The way your pretty lips stretch into a tiny grin, at him no less, he knows he’s got to get out of there, or he’ll spiral.

You’re about to speak again, but he can’t stop himself from following his instincts. He doesn’t say anything else before practically running out the door, his breath only releasing once he's out of your presence.

And while the man is gulping down numbing alcohol, mind a whirlwind of confusion at himself and youyouyou, the apartment is loud due to Wade having a breakdown.

“—Seriously! I get a claw to the stomach anytime I get to close but you waltz in and suddenly Logan is all for touch? I feel cheated on.”

“Wade, you’re completely overreacting. Maybe you should’ve warned me! I made a complete idiot of myself!” You huff, pacing the tiny living room to expel the anxiety coiling in your abdomen.

“No, baby. The only idiot is me for thinking he’d want me back!” Wade whines, dramatic as usual, and throws himself onto the couch, a move that lands himself in Vanessa’s lap. The woman pats his head in fake sympathy.

“Wade! Shut up, oh my god! He’s never gonna talk to me again!”

And unknowingly, both Logan and you are worrying yourselves sick about that damn hug and the spark that spread from your heart to his.

And maybe, just maybe, Logan doesn’t hate touch after all.

[darnell-la]

Please I need more “drive-by sniffing” It’s so funny to me but also I’m into it

warnings: jealousy, hiding keys, sniff-by (drive by sniffing), lying, teasing, trapping, kissing, carrying, oral (fem receiving), etc.

note: perv!logan???? FUCKIN’ HELL.

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“They’re just a friend, Wade” y/n sighed as Wade kept complaining about where and why she was going. She was trying to find her keys and he knew for a fact he took them.

“Where are they, Wade? I told you I was leaving before I took a shower and now they’re off the kitchen counter so — Where are they!?” Y/n yelled at the man, making Logan choke on his beer.

“I don’t know, peanuts. Maybe it’s lost up your ass,” Wade shrugged as he got up and slipped his shoes on. “Shame on you for leaving mister I have no life and I hate everyone and everything, over there. Maybe you couldn’t take him on a date,”

“It’s not a date!” She yelled at the man, knowing this might be, but it was none of his business. “Yeah, sure it’s not, but since it’s so not a date, why not take Grandpa with you? He hasn’t seen the sun in a while,” Wade whispered.

Before y/n could say anything, he left, shutting the door hard and singing as he skipped down the hall, ready to go see Vanessa. “Dick shit,” said under her breath.

“Language, young lady,” Logan chuckled as he took a sip of his ninth beer. “Who are you? The god of prohibited language?” Y/n rolled her eyes at the man before she continued her search for her car keys.

“Lookin’ for these, bub?” Logan’s voice spoke after a few minutes of silence. She wanted to ignore him, but once she heard her keys jingle, her head snapped towards him.

“Bro, you had it the whole time!?” Y/n wanted to yell at the man, but he was Wade’s guest. Y/n only stayed here at times when it got too late for her to drive home. He’s somehow friends with her elders and he needed a “full-time babysitter for his dog” that he had just picked up and left with.

Her parents and grandparents insisted she didn’t help Deadpool and Dogpool. They were all big fans, but y/n wasn’t planning on working for him.

Wade had something behind what he was doing after y/n served him his food at bingo night. She was young but not too young, pretty, went to college, and was hard to deal with. Right up Logan’s alley, but did Wade tell him his secret evil plan? No.

“Yeah, because you’re lying,” Logan put the keys back in his pocket after she came over to him to take back what was hers. “What? Bro, give me my keys,” y/n was annoyed.

“You are going on a date, ain’t ya?” He asked. She could do all the washing she wanted, but he could still smell her. “No, for the love of god. Can you guys stop asking me that shit? It’s annoying!”

“Last time I checked, it only takes you ten minutes to shower, not thirty,” y/n was surprised he paid attention to her shower times. She’s only been in and out of Wade’s shared apartment for a couple of months.

“Your point is?” She asked, knowing he wasn’t dumb, but she hoped he’d give up. “I don’t know, you tell me,” he got up, now towering over her. Her neck ached from the sudden new angle she had to look at him.

“I can smell you, you know,” Logan admitted. “What do you mean?” She genuinely asked. “I can smell you leaking. It’s hard to miss when you smell like that every time you leave to meet up with your friends,”

She wanted to call out his perverted activities but had nothing to say. He was old, but she wasn’t a minor, so what could she say to make him feel uncomfortable for invading her privacy.

“How good is he? Seems like he fucks good if you’re soaked right before you leave,” Logan had y/n cornered on the wall. She didn’t know she was backing up that much until she had nowhere else to go.

“How about you let me meet him. Lemme watch how he fucks you so I can show you better,” his hot breath blew on her face. He was so close and intimidating. Where did all of this come from?

“Sometimes I can smell him on you. I hate it so much, you know why, bub?” Logan asked as his finger cupped her chin. Y/n softly shook her head. “Because I can do better,”

Before she knew it, his lips were all over her, barely letting her process before his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Usually, she found that nasty, hating the sloppy kisses, but this time — Fuck, it felt so nice.

Y/n kissed back, whines escaping her mouth as she now felt needy. She was already turned on, knowing she was going to meet her boy toy tonight, but Logan seemed better. He was always the better choice.

“Greedy slut,” the man spat, sounding angry, but she knew that’s how they talked when they were turned on. She could feel his hard on through his jeans. He was grinding up and down her body like a pole.

“Always leavin’ to fuck another man, like I’m not here, baby. I don’t like that disrespect,” Logan pulled the girl off of the wall and now carried her to his room that they sometimes shared.

Wade’s apartment is a two-bedroom, so if she slept over, she’d sleep on Logan’s bed, and he’d sleep on the small couch in the room.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t sleep better when she was right across from him. He’d also be lying if he said he would switch the sheets because he loved her smell.

He never did anything like this back where he was, but something after that fight made him switch. He was turning into a small pervert for a young lady in who’s barely the legal drinking age.

“Smellin’ like candy,” Logan sniffed, loving the new lotion she had bought a few days ago. “Gonna go through all that work when I take you on a date?” He asked as he slowly took the girl's clothes off. “Maybe,” she shyly said, surprised he wasn’t thinking about this as a one-night stand.

“Doesn’t matter, bub — Ima still eat that pussy till you cry,” he said as he spread the girl's legs. She felt so smooth. She was ready for him, not that dickhead she was getting ready to meet.

Logan slowly slicked up the girl's slit, taking in how close he is to her smell. All the days of smelling her getting ready for another man, just for her to get pulled back for him.

“Bet this cunts sweet,” the man said before diving in for a few seconds. Her mom got stuck in her throat. That was amazing, and he had more.

“Sure fuckin’ is,” Logan quickly went back in, arms wrapping around and thighs to pull her into his face. He wanted to suffocate in between her thighs.

[stark-ironman]

pretty please im begging for dry humping with logan

Desperate

18+ No Minors

A/N: oh look, I finally wrote another one for Logan. Remember you can send in requests for Hugh and Logan!

Warnings: dry humping, cussing, mentions of killing Wade.

"Come with me."

Those three words are the reason you're laying with Logan on his bed, making out. He had a particularly bad day, his mission didn't go too well and Wade being his usual self didn't help Logan's temper at all.. which is why Wade is nursing a baby arm at the moment.

Logan didn't even bother to change out of his Wolverine outfit because that's how pissed off he was but you didn't mind, luckily you loved seeing him in it and it turned you on more than anything in the world. He made sure to take your shorts off though, leaving you in just your shirt and panties.

He grips your hips tightly, grinding them against his own growing erection, swallowing your moans down as he kisses you with so much anger, passion, and everything else he's feeling.

"Lo.. come on. Take the suit off and fuck me." You lightly beg. "Not yet.. I want you to cum all over this suit so I can smell it every single fucking time I have to go on a mission with Wade so I don't fucking kill him." He growls, running a hand under your shirt and groping one of your breasts.

The friction from his pants against you makes your eyes roll in the back of your head, kissing him again as you speed your movements. "There you go, princess. Grind against my fucking dick, let me watch you come undone on my pants so everyone knows you belong to me." He spits, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"You're mine too, Lo..." You moan out. "Nobody can ever take me from you. I'll kill anybody who dares to lay so much a fucking hair on you and that includes that bastard in the next room." You chuckle as you hear Wade say something in the next room.

Logan flips you over, pressing his erection back onto your clothed pussy, grinding hard and fast against it. You grip his shoulders, arching your back as your release starts to hit. Your breath quickens, looking at Logan with pleading eyes.

"I'm not stopping until you're fucking squirting all in them pretty little panties." He growls again, pressing straight into your clit and causing you to scream out, seeing stars from the pleasure and sensitivity he is causing with his hard but calculated movements.

Another orgasm quickly shoots through your body and you feel your release leaving your body. He grunts in your ear, biting down on the nape in your neck as he releases all in his suit.

Logan relaxes against you, letting you wrap your arms around him. "Feel better, Lo?" You ask, kissing the top of his head. "Yeah! Peanut, are you feeling better now? Because if so I have a raging bo-" Logan cuts off Wade by punching the wall.

"We need to get our own place, fast." He says laying back on you.

[fairlyang]

Dirty ⚔️🐺

w/c: 1.9K

pairing: bfs!loganhowlett&wadewilson x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. filthy af, logan gets morning wood, wade strokes him, teasing, dirty talk x100, they’re pervs, wade gets a bright idea, somnophilia (dub-con!!!!), they play w you in your sleep, fingering, one finger from each men, waking up, pikachu shocked face, everyone cums

a/n: this idea came to me and i had to finish it. my phone is on 3 i nearly fell asleep writing it, it’s past 3 and i’m not wearing my glasses so not proofread have fun!

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being in a relationship with both wade and logan entailed lots of things. for starters they were both the horniest fucks ever and the tiniest thing could get them in the mood.

for instance, if one of them were to wake up with morning wood, the other two had to help because it’s your job to take care of each other, according to wade.

usually it was wade that woke up with a raging boner and would need assistance. he’d usually tap either one of you or just grind himself against you guys when he was really relentless.

but for this occasion, it happened to be logan that woke up with a hard on and he wanted to get rid of it himself because he actually felt bad about disrupting someone else’s sleep.

luckily for him wade was a light sleeper and could hear him trying to be quiet. he rubbed his eyes and turns to his right only to find him stroking himself through his boxers. “up so early, peanut?” he whispered, making logan stop his movements.

“shh you don’t gotta stop, here let me give you a hand..” he whispers and turns his body to him.

he brings his left hand to his chest, running it up and down then goes down to his abs because he uses any opportunity to do so. logan’s breathing was for the most part normal until wade went even lower but making sure he’s not touching him yet.

“don’t be a tease this early, bub.” logan groaned, making wade shush him.

“she’s still sleeping…” he whispers and points behind him.

he decided he’d listen to him for once and stuck his hand under logan’s boxers — reaching for his cock and slowly starting to stroke it. logan sighs and wade gets closer to him so his head was on the other man’s shoulder, “you know you can at least wake me up baby, we can’t always be so sure about princess aurora over there…”

logan chuckles and just nods, “next time..”

“geez did you snatch one of my wet dreams or something?” wade asks, turning to look at him while he went a tiny bit faster now.

“i might’ve, sure felt like something you’d like.” he answers, making wade hum, “what was it?”

“something like this.. and then stuff with our sleeping beauty over there while she slept.” he admits instantly making wade hard.

“didn’t think you’d have it in you.” wade teases and turns inwards to kiss his shoulder.

“what if we make it a reality?” he suggests and logan stays quiet.

“she’s been saying she’s down and has been wanting us to wake her up like that…” he whispers, making logan gulp.

his face burned red and he twitched in his hands too, an easy indicator to show that he loved the idea. “you like that huh?”

he still stayed silent. he felt like it was something he shouldn’t do or like but because of his confession, wade wasn’t going to let it go.

“so dirty…” he whispers and moves his head a bit up so his mouth is by his ear.

“don’t think of her stirring in her sleep while we touch her or grope those perfect fucking tits while she’s snoring..” he murmurs into his ear earning himself a muffled moan.

“let it out baby she won’t hear us.” he mutters before reaching over with his right hand to slide his boxers down.

“she’d sound so good wouldn’t she? she’d have no clue but her body will definitely react to our touch. bet she’d get soaked in an instant.” he purrs and logan finally lets out a moan.

wade started to stroke him faster and took a small break from his dirty talk to nibble on his earlobe. logan groaned and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure, it was amazing how well wade knew him. especially when it came to little things like that.

he started to kiss down his neck before stopping on the spot by his neck and shoulder and sucked on the skin. he pulled away, only able to admire it for a second before it healed itself.

a damn shame.

“so what do you think? have i convinced you?” he whispers making logan quickly nod.

wade quickly let his cock go and rolled to the opposite direction this time to face you. you were sleeping on your stomach with one leg lifted up and the other flat on the bed. he motioned to logan to get closer and he did.

wade adjusted himself by doing a whole 360 so his head was now by your ass. logan climbed over him and laid down with the space between you both. “now the real fun begins.” wade exclaims and brings a hand to your ass, first just squeezing it.

logan matched him and squeezed the other side before his hands started to rub down then coming back up. they both look up at you and you were out cold, as expected.

“we’ll be lucky if she even wakes up.” wade jokes making logan chuckle.

“she could probably sleep through a zombie apocalypse accidentally.” logan whispers back making wade gasp.

“i am so proud of you.” he says and pretends to wipe a tear.

“here what if we just…” logan mumbles and brings his right hand closer to your barely covered pussy.

you always wore a cute little pair of undies but you decided for a thong last night. a great choice for their perving eyes that couldn’t stop staring even if they wanted to.

logan’s hand hovered over your pussy, he stuck just his thumb out and started to rub your clit softly. you let out a small groan which was going to be enough for him to pull away if it weren’t for wades hand stopping him, “keep going.” he urged him and he listened.

he rubbed circles against your clit while wades hand went back up to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass. your breathing was still steady and neither of them were fretting about you waking up.

logan’s thumb went faster and you stirred then went back to letting out little snores. he moved his thumb up and he rubbed gently once again but this time feeling your arousal seep through the fabric. “already huh? she’s loving it.” wade whispers as he watched in awe.

“think she’ll come fast too?” logan whispers back and wade shrugs, “i hope so.”

wades hands went up to grab the thin fabric of the thong and pulled it over your ass slowly then trying to pull it even lower without waking you. once the fabric was off, your pussy glistened right in front of them.

“look at our dirty girl. who would’ve thought…” wade coos and leaves your thong hanging by the back of your legs.

“well we both technically could’ve..” logan mutters and wade just scoffs.

“but this fucking fast? it’s like niagara falls and we’ve barely even touched her.” he says and logan just shrugs, “that’s her superpower.”

“jesus you’re on a roll tonight baby.” he says with a wide grin while logan’s thumb went to its previous position.

he starts to rub your clit in circles and this time around, wade decides to help by teasing your entrance with one finger.

“if i somehow come before her, we stop.” he says and looks up at you.

you were were now slightly squirming subconsciously and moving your hips. “yeah i might bust soon.”

logan ignored him and continued rubbing your clit while wade matched his pace. he wanted to see how fast they could make you come.

they took turns fingering you and rubbing your clit, alternating every few minutes or when one would make you moan louder. they just wanted to make you feel good, even if it’d take you hours to wake up.

it was logan’s turn to finger you but wade just got ahead of himself and added his index finger with his and followed his pace. logan just watched as your pussy clenched against both their fingers and how you were dripping juices already, “wish we could be here for hours.” wade whispers and palms himself through his boxers with his free hand.

“it’s be so fun.” logan whispers back making wade smirk, “she’d enjoy it too..”

“c’mon baby, come for us.” logan murmured and slowed down, now curling his finger up while wade did the same.

your body was moving a bit more, squirming as if you wanted more than you were getting. meanwhile you were having such a vivid dream, it was slowly starting to feel a bit real.

your subconscious was slowly waking up but you had such a strong urge to pee, it felt weird. you felt an all too familiar sensation in your stomach and that’s when you fully woke up.

you moaned and rubbed your eyes before looking down and there were both your boyfriends fingering you. “morning sweet pea.” wade murmured and shot you a wink.

“morning princess.” logan cooed and you gave them a tired smile.

you couldn’t even speak, you were speechless.

both men were pumping their finger deeper inside you while maintaining a fast pace, making sure to drive you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“oh fuck-“ you moaned and tried to push your ass out so it can feel even better.

both men were now facing your ass, and were barely grinding themselves against the mattress because they had been too turned on and needed to feel something.

“c’mon baby, come for us. we’ve got you.” logan murmured, making your eyes flutter.

the pleasure felt so good and the fact they were doing it together did something to your brain. you were so close, you could just feel it in your lower belly and in the way your legs began to shake. “there ya go cupcake, just like that, let go for us.” wade coos earning himself a whimper.

all their words combined was enough for it to push you over the edge and you quickly held onto the sheets as they let you ride out your high with slower strokes with their fingers. your legs shook and your heartbeat rang in your ears as they stopped.

they pulled their fingers out of you slowly and they came out with a loud plop. wade quickly put his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean while logan just watched him in awe.

he pulls his finger out and sits up, scooting back so you could lay on him. he extends his arms and you turn and contort your body to lay on his chest. meanwhile logan kind of crawled up and into wades other arm, also laying on his chest while he caressed your face softly.

“let’s just go back to sleep and we’ll wake up then shower then go do the laundry because lord did we also make a mess.” wade says with a laugh but you tuned him out as sleep took over your body once again.

logan closed his eyes and also felt himself drift off hearing the steady hum of wade’s heartbeat for the two people he cared most about.

[notyourhetloki]

Can I request headcanons for Logan x GN Reader x Wade with Reader who's oblivious that both of them like them romantically please?

Logan x oblivious!Reader x Wade

Reader: they/them (gender neutral)

/Logan x Reader x Wade/

A/N: Heey! I know you asked for headcanons but I wrote it as a little fic... hope you don't mind!

Tags: SFW fic, poly relationship, oblivious!reader, Wade is desperate, they are NOT normal.

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You should know by now that they liked you... right? But it was hard when they were so fricking cryptid about it! All they did was look at you longingly and compliment you and flirt with you! How were you supposed to know?

Jokes aside, you genuinely thought they acted like that around everyone... especially Wade, the guy was a flirt and couldn't be taken seriously.

As for Logan, you thought he was just being polite. Calling you pet names wasn't necessarily a way to flirt, after all.

Besides, they were already in a relationship with each other! That's what everyone imagined, at least.... so you weren't expecting them to open up a space for you in their lives.

But then you started receiving notes in the mail, written in red ink and saying things like: YOU'RE AMAZING / GIVE US A CHANCE / YOU'RE SO PRETTY IT'S HURTING MY FEELINGS / (Y/N) WE REALLY LIKE YOU.

You were a little scared at first, but soon would discover it was actually Wade sending you those! You figured it out one day when you caught him slipping one card into your mailbox, Logan was beside him and tried justifying the act. "It was his idea."

You smiled sweetly at them as they awkwardly made their way to you, Wade opening his mouth to mutter some words. "I just wanted to make sure you knew..."

"Knew what?" You asked in disbelief, still not sure of what he meant.

They looked at each other, confused at your confusion. "That we like you, (y/n)... I thought it was obvious!" Said Wade.

"But I already knew that! I like you too, boys." You would try to respond, but Logan carefully grabbed your hand and brought it towards his chest.

"I don't think you understand, beautiful... we really like you. We... want you." He said looking into your eyes as Wade shook his head, confirming.

"Ooh..." Realization hit you like a brick, they DID actually want you! Crazy right? How all those hints flew over your head... now everything made sense! "Oh, boys... you have no idea how happy that makes me! I-I didn't realize, I thought-"

"It's alright, love." Logan squeezed your hand gently, looking over at Wade and complaining. "See? All we had to do was tell them directly like normal people."

"Oh, peanut... you know better than anyone that we're not normal!" Wade whispered, turning at you and grabbing your other hand. You smiled at them and as they smiled back, Wade continued. "But I have a feeling that they don't mind..."

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Hi! I saw you did a drabble and and i wanted to ask if I could request Worst wolverine meeting the X-Men where their logan is gone? (Scogan if you want!)

let me start this off by saying i put just enough scogan that you know theyre gonna talk on the phone later laying on their bellies, giggling and twirling their hair while wade twirls logans hair too bc i couldnt help the poolverine......

anyway if the pacing feels off im sorry this ended up longer than it was meant to be but oh well!! thanks for the request, enjoy 💕

oh also idk what this timeline is.... i threw in what i wanted so its my own so if it doesnt maks sense then oops! cherik never divorced thank me later

"You sure you wanna do this, Peanut? You don't have to," Wade assured.

The pair stood outside of the mansion, in front of those large and daunting doors, where Wade was messing with Logans hair, or readjusting his coat, pretending to make Logan look more presentable but he seemed more worried than Logan looked. More like how he felt on the inside, jittery and scared to death. "Really, I mean. We can go home. Right now. We can-"

"Wade."

"I'll make you dinner?"

"Wade," Logan snapped. The merc whined and slouched his shoulders, and Logans voice softened. "Gotta do this. Even if I choose not to be an X-Man in the end, I can't avoid them for the rest of my life."

"You can, though?" Wade half questioned, half stated. "They don't even know you're back. Or, maybe they do, but it's not like they came to find you. You can probably fly that perfect little body of yours under their radar forever!"

Logan knew Wade was just anxious. Domestic life had been nothing short of bliss, and Wade didn't do good with change. Reintroducing himself to the X-Men could really mean a lot of things, and Wade just hoped it didn't mean taking his Logan, the one he kidnapped and domesticated, away from him. Logan chuckled softly.

"I ain't lookin' to become an X-Man again, bub, I don't think. I just... Wanna see them again."

"But wont that be hard?" Wade whispered, hugging onto Logans arm, who leaned forward and bumped foreheads with the mutate.

"Extremely." And then he knocked on the door.

Wade stood in front of him defensively, but Logan pushed him back, and when the door opened a familiar blue, gentle giant stood in the frame.

"I... Logan, oh dear. Is that you? Do my eyes decieve me?" Logan frowned, furrowed his eyebrows, and was already ready to leave. Until Deadpool cursed and stood in front of Hank, peeking over his shoulder and noting the full house which, if you've forgotten, dear reader, is usually completely empty whenever Wade had been here.

"What the actual fuck?! Does everyone just like, what, go on vacation when I'm around? Logans back and so now you all are, too? Fuck you guys."

Hank wheezed in alarm, having no idea who this guy was, if not because he wasn't in costume. Logan groaned.

"Nice t'see ya, Hank. This is Wade, you might know the name Deadpool though." Hanks face lit up.

"Ah! I understand. It makes sense, you two saved the world together- don't worry, Wolverine. No one else knows that you're back, not outside of the mansion, but the TVA thought it good to alert us of your presence." Logan nodded, and guessed he understood, but that made him think of Wades earlier statement.

"You guys knew? Didn't try to find me?" He was glad, right? He didn't want to be found yet, but it didn't make it hurt any less. Hank smiled warmly, noting the slight hurt in his tone.

"We didn't want to overwhelm you, is all, and didn't know if you would even want to see us. It is best for all to let the Wolverine come to them first, to take your time. Everyone will be so pleased to meet you again."

Meet you. Logan was constantly reminded that this wasn't his timeline, that these weren't his X-Men, and that he didn't belong here. He should be back in that bar, drinking his troubles away and paying for his sins by wallowing in guilt and drowning in booze while the memories screamed at him, reminded him, of what he'd done.

Wade hugged him from behind and whispered, "I can hear you thinking."

No. Right now, Logan should be back at Wades apartment, lounged in his chair Wade had brought in from who knows where, but it was just for him. He should be walking Mary Puppins, or watching (listening, in Altheas case) to an episode of Wheel of Fortune. Not standing here, in front of the mansion, but Hanks excited chattering that Logan hadn't actually been listening to warmed his heart, because maybe they did actually want to see him.

When Hank made a gesture for the two to follow, they did, Wade staying close behind, still seething over the fact that everyone just happened to be here now. Fuck!

Hank showed them around. It was exactly as Logan had remembered, with slight differences, as was expected. Some students ran by them, hardly paying them any mind, but others stopped to pause and gossip among themselves.

Isn't that the Wolverine?

Didn't he leave?

Why does he look different?

Logan felt sick, despite the students best efforts to stay quiet he could hear it all, and maybe Wade somehow sensed that because his seething stopped and now fingers were pressed to the small of Logans back. It helped.

Then, Logan could smell something- someone, familiar and welcome, but the smell brought back so much pain that Logans legs felt like they might start running on their own accord. A second smell was next to it, softer and more floral, feminine, and it wasn't a good smell either. Not right now, while Logan was still grieving, not when he wasn't so sure he could do this anymore.

But before he could turn to tell his companion that he was ready to leave, those smells suffocated him, he couldn't breath, and then a pretty face with soft, grimacing lips was in his line of sight. Logans stomach dropped, and he could hear the thundering of Scotts beating heart from where he stood.

Wade clued in quick enough- this must've been Scott, who Logan would talk so much about, his nightmares more often than not having him scream out Scotts name in anguish. There were other names, too, but it always came back to Scott. And Wade could see why!

The man was very pretty. The stick up his ass was certainly there, Wade could see it in his face and tense body, which he knew would make him so fun to tease. Wade hoped Logan and Scott rekindled some kind of old flame, because he was sure he could make the pretty boy snap and he really wanted to try.

Next to him was a soft redheaded girl, and Wade knew this was Jean. Logan had a lot of guilt around her, too, but he never talked much about it. He rarely talked about Scott either, but Wade hardly slept at night, and Logan liked to talk in his sleep.

"Who is this?" Scotts disciplined voice cut through the tense air, he took a few steps closer, his fists balled up tight and Logan reflexively drew out his claws. Jean forced them back in, then looked at Scott silently. There seemed to be some sort of understanding there when Scott relaxed his fists, and cautiously asked again, "Who are you?'

"You know who I am, Slim," Logan spoke slowly, a step towards Scott, who took a step back. "There's a lot of explainin' I need t'do, but I need you to know... It's so fuckin' good to see ya."

Scotts eyebrows shot up, but Logan zero'd in on the tear that rolled down his cheek. Cyclops didn't say anything, whatever conversation they needed to have needed to not be done here, but he gave a firm nod, and Logan nodded back. A silent understanding.

Jean rushed over and hugged him though, she must've read his thoughts, but Logan didn't mind. He never minded, not with Jean, and he hoped that was an understanding here too. He hugged her back, pet his hand down long, silky hair, then pulled back to eye her up. He smiled through the pain.

"Don'tchya look good, red. Always do." Jean blushed and giggled, swatting at Logans chest playfully but she couldn't stop the sniffles of overwhelming emotion.

"You're such a flirt, I see that hasn't changed. Whose your friend?" Jean hummed, eyes flicking to Wade, who grinned and did his most regal (and dramatic) bow, dipping as low as he could before flicking back up slowly. "Wade Wilson, my spicy little hot tamale, but you can call me daddy. Or, MJ, if you're nasty."

Wade cried out when Logan elbowed him hard.

The rest of the day was filled with "reunions", the meetings and introductions of new faces, and they'd even ran into this timelines Gambit. He was different than the one they had met in the void, taller and more lean but with something of a swimmers build. He was pretty- the other Gambit was, too, but this one reeked of charm. His eyes were a permenant black and red, and long hair hung down his back in a ponytail. Rogue was on his arm, smiling and chatting up Wade, who took a big interest in the two.

Remy gazed towards Logan, a lazy tilt of his head, as that god awful accent drawled while a hand tightened on his girls hip, "Remy like what he sees. Big, strong Wolverine? T'ink ah can get real used ta seein' dat mug 'round here." Wade looked a little jealous, or maybe just protective, but Remy smoothly added "make sure you bring dat friend ah yo's too whenever you visit, sight fo' sore eyes I reckon."

Gambit had Wade blushing like a school girl.

They'd eventually found Storm, who had hugged Logan tight and welcomed him to the mansion, and Kurt, who perched on Logans shoulder while Wade curiously prodded at his tail. Kurt flicked it's tip against his forehead and shouted at him to get away, but it was all playful as he poofed off of Logans shoulder then attached to Wades back.

Jubilee, Bobby, Kitty. They all got their hugs from Logan, made him promise to go out for food with them soon, and after what felt like a lifetime Logan and Wade were alone, standing in front of Xaviers office, and Logan swallowed hard.

"I... Don't think I'm ready," Logan whined, turning around, ready to walk out. Wade grabbed hold of his arms and squeezed, keeping the Wolverine in place.

"Be a good boy, Logan. You'll regret it if you leave now, I know that. Chat with him, Peanut, and then we can finally go home and watch our favorite golden girls re-runs." Logan nodded, turned back around and went to knock, but the door seemingly opened itself with a loud, ominous creak. Wade hid behind Logan like a small, frightened child, the Wolverine shook his head and slowly walked forward.

Logan couldn't believe his eyes.

There were two figures at Charles desk. One was the man himself, smiling wide with those crinkled crows feet, hands folded over the blanket in his lap.

The other was tall, with a long cape and an expression that could turn anyone to stone, but no helmet. Logan parted his lips to speak, Wade beat him to it.

"Oh get the FUCK out of here, no way. Magneto?! Oh I am so wet right now." He squealed, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. Logan didn't see the appeal, his poor metal bones always ached around Magneto. He didn't trust him.

"I was wondering when you'd join us," Charles exclaimed, rolling out from behind his desk where Magneto made sure to keep close behind. Wade ran up to him, groped at his arms, chest, then grabbed at his cape and wrapped it around himself while pressing up close against the mutant. He was going to get himself killed.

Except... Magneto didn't move. He didn't even look at Wade, letting the man climb all over him like a jungle gym, his eyes stayed locked on Charles with the occasional defensive look at Logan.

Alarm bells went off in Logans head, and they must have been loud because Charles shushed him, and Magneto held up a hand, ready to stop the Wolverine right in his tracks. Logan growled, and Xavier raised a brow, pressed two fingers to his temple.

"...Interesting. This Logan is far different than our own was, Erik. If we thought he was hard to tame, this ones more in touch with his animal side!"

This peeked Eriks interest, and Charles went silent, Magneto and the professor looking between each other. If Logan had to guess, they were having a conversation, kept only to themselves, perhaps to keep Logan from flying off the rail.

Eventually, Magneto said aloud, just to Charles, "Very well," hands clasped behind his back, eyeing Logan up with a new fire in his eyes.

The sudden attention from who was supposed to be their enemy made Logan ill. The room stayed silent, tense, until Wade finally spoke, letting out a breath he must have been holding to keep from interrupting.

"Holy shit, baby cakes. Yes. Yes, we're joining the X-Men, and I am so on Magnetos team." Erik didn't seem to like that idea, and was about to argue there was only the one team, until Wade planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Erik pushed him away.

Logan was really regretting coming here.

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The Merc's Instant Death By Gang Tickling

Shared this on Deviantart the other day. I don't usually write other people's characters like this, but seeing as the community is here, why not? Originally a gift for @lovemybluebully

Contains MMMM/M tickle torture (and swearing).

Note: Some SPOILERS for Spider-Man: No Way Home & Deadpool and Wolverine. This is your official warning.

“Logan? Al? Anyone home?” Deadpool called out in greeting as he let himself into the apartment, still dressed in full costume. “Ugh! What a day. First, I had to try three different stores before someone had the kibble Dogpool likes-”

“We’ve got company.” Logan interrupted from where he leaned casually against a desk.

Deadpool paused in the doorway and looked up to see three figures watching him expectantly from the den of their small apartment. The place felt cramped on a good day, but with three Spider-mans and a Logan all collectively waiting for him, the place felt downright claustrophobic. Deadpool hesitated there on the threshold, before entering and shutting the door behind him.

“Webhead…s!” He called cheerily, putting on his best casual voice. “It’s so cool to finally meet you, mask-to-mask. Actually, I’ve been looking for-”

“We know.” One of the Spider-mans said bluntly. Deadpool couldn’t tell them apart. They were all in full costume like him.

“Right! Yeah!”

“When word gets around that a deadly mercenary is after one of us, we notice.” Another Spidey spoke up.

“What? No, no! It’s not like that!” Deadpool protested. It was then that he happened to look up and froze. He was grateful the mask kept everyone from seeing the way he turned deathly pale. Even so, Logan seemed to notice the change in him and straightened so they were standing next to each other.

Deadpool whirled, throwing open the door, “I just remembered I have a fight scheduled with that new Iron-Doom-guy! You know how it is with the MCU. Wouldn’t want me to let everyone down, would you? Duty calls!”

He was just through the doorway when Logan caught him by the arm. “Wade, these guys have been waiting for you for ages. Where’re you going?”

Deadpool was already reaching for his trusty Baby Knife with his free hand. He didn’t need that other arm, anymore. It was a stupid arm. He’d grow back a better one.

“What about your rule about not bleeding in the apartment?” Logan tried again.

“I’m not the one in the apartment, Peanut. You are!”

“What’s got you all freaked out?”

“I saw the title of this thing!” Deadpool groaned. His whole arm? It was such a waste!

Logan reached out to stop him from using Baby Knife. “You’re ridiculous!”

“What are your intentions with Peter 3?” One of the Spider-mans interrupted behind them.

Deadpool paused, “You mean-he’s here?” Stupid. Of course he was! All three of the MCU Spider-mans were watching him from the den. His gaze drifted between the three of them, trying to pick out which was which. Couldn’t they wear numbers or something?

He craned his head to get another look at the title, but it hadn’t changed. With a weary groan, he sheathed Baby Knife and didn’t fight it when Logan pulled him back inside and shut the door.

All he needed to do was make sure the situation didn’t escalate to where the title happened. He could do this. Deadpool was great at de-escalation.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…

He swallowed, trying not to let on how flustered he was. “Intentions? No intentions! Pinky-swear!” His boots didn’t let on that he was crossing his toes. “It’s just- I- The costume!” He settled on. “It’s just such an iconic shade of red, you know? Like mine? I-I wanted to know how he made it look so vivid! Maybe give me some pointers. No offense, but it’s the best of the Spidey suits.”

For a moment, no one answered him. Logan was staring at him with the bewildered and stupefied expression he wore sometimes when Wade accidentally got a special guest star killed.

Then one of the Spideys leaned forward, “And which suit is that?”

Deadpool stared hard at one Spider-man. Then the next. Then the next. Then he returned to the first one again-

“Told ya he’d never give you a straight answer.” Logan grunted, shaking his head.

Another Spidey sighed and aimed his wrists, “Right. Plan B.”

“WHOA! HOLD ON! H-HOLD ON!” Deadpool cried, his hands up in surrender. But it was too late. Webbing shot across the room and wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms at his sides. He staggered before toppling awkwardly to the floor, landing on his back. He struggled to get back on his feet as they surrounded him.

Logan reached him first, straddling him with a smirk. Deadpool wasn’t surprised. Plan B was probably his idea – payback for all the times Wade snuck up and got him.

He thrashed against the webs, struggling desperately, but his arms wouldn’t budge. A moment later, he felt one of the Spider-mans land on his calves while the other two gathered on either side of his legs.

“I told them ‘bout the rule ya got about blood in the house,” Logan assured Deadpool as he started jabbing his fingers up and down his torso, earning a series of snickers from Wade as he strained to draw his arms in and protect himself. The webbing refused to let him budge an inch.

“They said it wasn’t their style anyway,” Logan went on. “Besides, this seems to work better on ya.”

“L-hogan! Guys! Waih-ACK!” Deadpool jumped as the Spidey sitting on his legs gave the spot just above his knees an experimental squeeze. “Yadhohohon’t hahahaveta dohoho thihihis! Ihihit’s j-jhust a missuhnderstEEEHEEHEEHEE!” His protests were swallowed by a wild shriek as the two remaining Spideys attacked his poor thighs.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUH-HA-WAIH! DOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA-FUHAHAHACK!”

“You weren’t kidding about his legs.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAOSTAHAHA! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The hands trapped at his sides strained to grasp at something – anything that would free his already-overwhelmed nerves from the insanity. But there was only the cheap carpet for him to claw helplessly at.

The two on his thighs were ruthless. Two sets of hands digging into his poor trembling legs, sending shockwaves of tickles all along his nervous system up to his brain. Already it was too much. He had no control over how his legs thrashed desperately to escape the overload. Logan was forced to concentrate his efforts on keeping him still, careful not to put too much weight against his lungs as wild, frantic laughter poured out of him.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He kicked, violent and sudden enough that it actually dislodged the terrible hands tickling him to pieces for a blissful moment. Deadpool was just able to inhale a long, wheezing breath, before they were upon him again.

“NEEHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!” He shrieked, “MEEEHEEHEE! M-MEHRCEY-MERCY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The hands that had been torturing his knees started in on his thighs too, because it didn’t tickle enough yet.

“NUH-HOHA! PLEAHEEHEE!” He protested dizzily. The sounds tearing out of him now were a mixture of screeching laughter and wheezing gasps for air. He’d been fighting like the Hulk to break free, but his muscles were too overwhelmed with his shaking laughter to resist much longer.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, guys. Let him breathe.” Logan snickered. Wade wanted to slug him for finding his murder funny, but he was too grateful for the break to call him out.

For a blissful moment, the only sound was his lungs’ eagerly gulping the air. He shuddered.

“Sss...ssheriously…” Deadpool finally managed, “…oh, shit…heh-hey…Logan…”

“Yeah, Bub?”

“…ihi…ihihif…” Deadpool swallowed, “…if y-you hehelp…mehe inst-ehead…I prahmise I’ll…fohorgive you…for thihis.”

“Is that so?” Deadpool yelped as Logan suddenly dug into his hips.

“YEHES! B-buhut thahat meheeheeans nuho tihihicklihing!-GAH! Quihihihit ihihihihit!” He pleaded, twisting and writhing against the webbing as Logan let him have it. “NUHOHO! AHA-Shit! STAHAHAHAHAP! Leh-HEMEGOHOHO! LOHOHOGAHAN!”

But his roommate did neither of those things.

“Ehahahahahahahahahaha! ST-HAPTIHICKLING! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! N-AHAHASHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

It was only when Wade squealed that Logan let him breathe again.

“Are you ready to tell us why you’re after Peter 3, yet?” One of the Spideys prompted.

“Ihihif I’d knohohown youhou all whanted me thihis muhuch-” He was cut off by his own scream for mercy as the hands returned to furiously digging and massaging into his poor thighs. Logan helpfully clawed against his hips, and Wade lost the chance to reason with his tormentors.

His screaming laughter returned with a vengeance. Too exhausted for struggling, his muscles resigned themselves to shaking from their effort to take it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCKIHINGSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

It felt like an eternity before they let up enough that he could catch his breath.

“Ohokayhey!” Deadpool gasped when he could finally speak, “…thahas ehenough!...I-I cahan’t hahahandleit!...Nho mohohore!” He’d go insane if they did that again. Well, more insane.

“So tell us why you’re after one of us. The truth this time.” One of the Spideys drew a teasing hand along the inside of his thigh. Deadpool snorted a laugh and squirmed. The way he’d said it had rendered him flustered all over again.

“I wihill! I swear! Just…maybe if you let me up first…and take your masks off s-so I can tehell you apart?”

“Not likely,” another Spider-man answered stonily.

“Fine.” He turned his head so at least it didn’t feel like he was confessing to Logan. “I…okay, look. Now that big yellow and I are officially in the MCU like you guys, there’s been a lot of people online talking about us, like…you know, in the comics…people are pretty stoked about the possibility, and there was that time Ryan and Andrew kissed at the Golden Globes…so sue me, okay? I was thinking about it.”

They were all watching him again.

“I don’t know what half of that means,” one of the Spideys said after a moment.

“Yeah, ya get used to it.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Who are Ryan and Andrew? What’s an MCU?”

“Who’s Iron Doom?”

“You’ll find that last one out soon enough,” Deadpool insisted. “Can I get up now?”

“So for those of us not in your weird fantasyland…” Logan mused, “…let me see if I’m understanding this…you were looking for Peter…3…because you wanted…a date.”

“Sure. Yes. That.” Deadpool couldn’t tell if it was better or worse that he still didn’t know which Spidey was Peter 3. He focused on glowering at Logan instead. “That works. What can I say? I’m a romantic. Besides, the fans are already rooting for us…” He breathed a sigh of relief as they finally got off of him so he could stand. Unfortunately, he was still to exhausted for any impressive flips while his arms were trapped at his sides.

One of the Spider-mans noticed. In a move that made Deadpool immediately freeze, he leaned over and withdrew Baby Knife, cutting him free of the accursed webs. He offered Deadpool his free hand, and hauled him effortlessly to his feet. Wade staggered, but managed to remain standing, watching in bewilderment as the Spider-man unmasked.

Whatever dumb comment Deadpool had been about to make died in his throat as Peter 3 passed Baby Knife back to him.

Peter 3 watched as Wade removed his own mask before turning to Logan and the remaining Spider-mans and said, “Would you guys give us a moment?”

***

“All that for a fucking date,” Logan was still shaking his head about it long after the three Peters had left.

Wade glanced at him. They were sitting on the couch watching TV, but honestly, Wade was having trouble concentrating on it. He was well aware that he’d spent the entire evening with a stupid grin on his face.

“Totally worth it.”

Logan laughed, “Ya haven’t even gone on the date yet. Do you know how lucky you are that I was able to translate your gibberish before they wrecked you again?”

Wade narrowed his eyes. “Ah yes, that reminds me…”

Logan yelped as Wade pounced on him, attacking his sides.

“Heh-HEYHE! NOHO!” The Wolverine promptly crumpled into a squirming mess.

“…I seem to recall offering you forgiveness, but instead you helped them tickle me to death!”

“Ihihi HEHEHELPED YOUHOU TOOHOO!”

“And for that I will show you mercy…eventually.”

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Poolverine and 10 please?

10- "We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?"

It'd been an easy job. Get in, stab, claw, and shoot all the fuckers in the warehouse to death, get out. No one was left alive; not even the cleaning crew.

Making a quick getaway wasnt strictly necessary; given how blood-soaked they both were, it probably would've made them more suspicious. But the surrounding area had been terrorized by that group for so long that everyone turned a blind eye to the two mutants booking it down shaded alleyways, and the adrenaline made for great foreplay, so they ran anyways.

Logan pulled Wade down an alleyway, around a corner, and then into a dead end, where a brick building towered over everything.

Deep scratch marks in sets of threes littered the face of the building; hundreds, if not thousands of sets, some clearly much older than the several months Logan had been living in this universe.

"Climb," Logan instructed, lacking anything in the way of real urgency. It was made even less urgent by Logan tugging Wade's mask off and pressing him briefly to the brick wall for a deep, but surprisingly gentle kiss.

Once he was released, Wade did as he was asked. Fortunately, Logan had the forethought to make sure that people with normal hands could get to the roof, though just barely; it was a tough climb, even for Wade, and he had to question if it was really the only way up onto the roof, or if Logan just wanted to watch his ass as he made his way up tedious hand-and-foot-holds.

"Used to love coming up here," Logan sighed once they'd both reached the roof, leaning shoulder-to-shoulder against a boarded-up maintenance entrance. "Quiet. Good views. Hard to climb for most people. Back... back where I'm from, it got torn down years ago."

Wade, using the little good sense he had, didn't pry or crack a joke. He didn't particularly feel like regenerating any limbs tonight, thank you very much.

"But, anyways," Logan continued, giving Wade a sharp-toothed grin. "Thought it'd be a good place to bring you to catch our breath after a job. Be nice to spend an evening together without worrying about waking anyone up."

"Wait, do you mean-" he leaned in close, exaggeratedly whisper-shouting in Logan's ear- "S-E-X?"

"Yes, you goddamn loser, I mean fucking." Logan snorted, bumping his forehead against Wade's shoulder. "Up here, alone, under the stars."

"Aww, Wolvie, that's so romantic! We're really going to fuck here?" Wade gasped in mock surprise, bringing his hands to his face. "What if someone sees us?"

The twitching of Logan's lips gave away his attempts so suppress a laugh. "Who the fuck would see us, moron? It's the middle of the night, this is an abandoned building, and we'd see if anyone came on a nearby roof." Then he grinned. "Besides, what do you care? I always thought you'd be an exhibitionist."

"Oh, I am an exhibitionist, peanut, but you never know. There are cameras everywhere these days.

With a brief, disparaging "Jesus Christ, Wade", Logan dropped to his knees, nuzzling gently at Wade's already hard cock under his suit.

Then, the claws came out, moving towards the fabric of Wade's pants, and-

"Hey, no, no, no! Soft paws!" Wade shouted, swatting Logan's hands away and getting his fingers quite scratched up in the process. "I'm not sewing this up again! God, the knife hands are hot, but can you use your fingers to unzip me like a normal fucking person for once?"

Reluctantly, Logan did as ordered, sheathing his claws and unzipping his pants without ripping them (and Wade's skin, though that was of less concern) to shreds.

If there were cameras around (and of course there were- whatever the dicks at the TVA said, he's the main character here), they'd be getting quite a show.

Send me an ask with a number and a ship!

[twilightkitkat]

Hi, I have a question, what do you think the relationship between Logan and Steve would be like? Would they be friends or just partners in war? In "X-Men Evolution" You can see how Logan has a certain appreciation for him, saying that both make a great team , and Wade's reaction to knowing that his peanut knows his childhood idol would be very funny, he would surely go crazy

(English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any mistakes)

I think that Logan and Steve have a unique relationship. They're close in the sense that they trust each other and would fight back to back without doubt, but they're distant in the sense that they don't spend a ton of time together. They both have worked together long enough to know that they make a good team and that the other's reliable, but they aren't traditional friends.

I feel like Steve would feel closer to Logan than Logan feels to Steve. Steve remembers the war like it was yesterday, he suddenly woke up in the future with it fresh in his mind. Suddenly everyone he knew is now dead and he has to come to terms with an entirely new reality. He'd struggle and look for any kind of familiarity he could, and so even people he used to just view as teammates he misses. Logan was someone he admired, who used to run into danger and miraculously come out of it alive each time. He was a symbol of hope for Steve, and an inspiration for how he should fight to win the war.

Logan, on the other hand, lived through all those years. He's used to war and violence and meeting people and losing them. Most of it blurs together, after a while. He knew about his immortality and always expected to outlive his teammates, so he kept emotional distance from them. He cared about Steve in a way, they worked together and occasionally they drank together and exchange stories, but he never was under the illusion it'd last. So he did what he was good at: distancing himself before people had the chance to get too close. He respected Steve's abilities and even came to like him, but there was always a wall between them.

But still, the two spent time together. Both out of necessity and occasionally by choice. Steve was more open between the two, and talked about his life and hopes and dreams. Logan couldn't help but listen, even if he couldn't offer much in return. He sometimes sprinkled in half-truths about his life, but kept it vague. He couldn't let anyone find out about his mutant status or actual age, so he was pretty withdrawn. Steve noticed, but didn't comment.

If they reunited, it'd be a one-sided shock. Logan watches TV and naturally knew about Captain America's existence. How could he not, when Steve Rogers was America's poster boy? The Avengers were way too big to fly under the radar. Meanwhile, Steve knew about the X-men's existence, but never thought it might be Logan as The Wolverine he'd heard about.

When they sorted it out, I think Steve would be grateful to have someone who he shared a past with. Who knew about who he used to be and what war was like back then. Logan would feel a little lighter, knowing that his old teammate was doing well. They might not see eye to eye all the time and their methods are pretty different, but they both care.

Wade would be understandably shocked and awestruck when he learned they knew each other. But more than Wade's reaction to Steve, I think that Steve's reaction to Wade would be interesting.

Steve had always seen Logan as someone distant and unattainable. He didn't open up to people and clearly had some secrets he was keeping close. Even after learning about his powers with their reunion, he didn't know everything about his past. He thought Logan was just that kind of guy, caring and kind in his own way but gruff and stoic on the outside. A lone wolf who's dedicated to doing the right thing, but doing it his way.

And here Wade was, bouncing around Logan like a damn pinball in a machine, and Logan was... smiling at him. Fondly, dripping with affection. It's so painfully obvious that he cares and Steve has never seen Logan so open about his feelings. He was expressive, sure, but he guarded his affection and more vulnerable emotions close to his heart.

It'd be a little jarring to see how Logan acted around Wade. Affectionate, free, content. It wasn't like the image Steve had in his head at all and yet it suited him.

It made Steve reflect on himself. If even Logan could act like that, what about him? He'd fostered business relationships, friendships, and teamwork. But maybe he should look for more. (Could he be that happy, too?)

Steve may be America's Poster Boy, but he was alone. He had to stand up and stand out to get recognition. He was the leader, the one people relied on, never allowed to be vulnerable or break character. But if Logan found someone he could rely on, who he saw as an equal...

Maybe Steve has more to learn than just the technology in this new era.

[karimac]

After seeing the new Deadpool & Wolverine trailer...

Yes, my OC is going to be busy once Deadpool and Wolverine hits. Until then, a bit of a tale that may or may not work into what is to come!

No explicit warnings on this one except for language. I still say 18+ because this is Wolverine and Deadpool and it could lead into who knows what down the road.

Word count: Approx. 1,500

"Kari, what the hell is that?" Dev asked as she looked up overhead at the glowing portal that hovered about one thousand feet above the entrance to your bakery, Cutie Pie Tutti. "Is Wong taking a weird way back to the Sanctum? Or is this some a-hole trying to invade New York again?"

"That would be a hard no on Wong," you replied as you felt a flood of emotions and pain hit you as you watched two men plummet from the opening in the sky above. "And this next part isn't going to be pretty. For them or for me."

((Why the fuck am I doing this? Kari, if you're here, I can't stop)) a voice said in your mind as the feelings started to get stronger and much more melancholy. His voice was washed in whiskey and regret, and you saw your face bathed in fire in flashbacks, so you knew this would not be good.

You unfurled your raven-like wings and started to make a beeline for the portal before the two souls that leaped out of it hit the ground or, worse yet, some bystander down below. "Merlin, I guess you were right, but maybe for the wrong reasons," you sighed as you moved faster to get to that damned portal. An idiot must have cast it, and these two likely had no idea if they were jumping into a pool party or a war zone. "Hey! You two need an assist? Don't struggle, and I'll guide you to the ground," you shouted as you mentally reached out to see if they were actually in trouble or just trying a new tactic to invade this dimension. Just because one of them knew you doesn't mean they were on the side of the angels.

A bit of judiciously applied TK helped bring the two men to the ground without incident. A few people gave you funny looks until a kid started yelling about The Avengers, and everyone just sort of dispersed after that.

Sometimes what you called "muscle memory" kicked in as the life of one of your shards came crashing into yours. More than one of your parts had called James Howlett your husband, lover or friend. You weren't sure which this one was just yet. But here he was. Wolverine. And...Deadpool? You knew him, too, in another world where he was the begrudgingly-named bestie of Nathan Summers. This was going to be an experience like no other. How many times had you actually thought that recently? Too many to count.

"Let's fucking...hot smoking chimichangas! No fucking way!" the guy in the red and black uniform said as his companion just stopped and stared. Yes, this loon was indeed Wade Wilson. "I know that isn't the usual redhead you have wet dreams about, Peanut. She is decidedly down one husband in a blue body condom with a visor glued to his head."

"Shut up, Wade," the yellow and blue clad warrior mumbled as he stepped forward. "She told me every world had a Kari in it. Damned near close anyway. You heard me? The buzz kicked in. Feels...good."

"That I did," you said under your breath as you quickly scanned both men to see if they needed healing beyond their own unique abilities. "Even if the echo is through time and space, if you were a part of my life anywhere, then I can hear you. You're going to need about a million beers and barrels of whiskey before it will make any sense."

"Red, I don't give a shit," Logan said as he walked over, keeping his gaze on you the whole time. "And you saw...the end? Her end. I mean."

"You and I can talk about that over a bottle of whiskey when you are good and ready. And if you never are? We still have the whiskey."

"And this is where she says she has a boyfriend," Deadpool said as he seemed to be talking to someone neither you nor Logan could see.

"Me and Red...had an understanding. Friends. We were both too hung up to get past that. Most of the time it was OK, but at the end..."

"It wasn't. I get it, James," you whispered as you put your hand on Wolverine's shoulder. "Now, I need to get you off the streets before some bureaucratic knucklehead rolls up and tries to figure out what's going on for themselves. Always a bad idea. When did you guys last eat? We can go to my place. And before you get all weird, Wade, I own a bakery-cafe. It's what keeps me sane. Sometimes. If I'm lucky."

"Hey, who's Tinkerbell?" Logan asked as Dev came roaring down the street on a motorcycle she had borrowed from one of your employees.

"Cute, but introductions later. Press was covering the portal pop up," Dev said as she flashed her phone to show NY1's anchors delivering the play-by-play of the portal rescue. "I called Wong. And Bruce. And Sam. I am not telling Bucky one of your other significant others popped in to say hello."

"Bucky? The Wisconsin Mascot Fuck'em Bucky? Big. Burly. Furry head. Wears a red shirt," Wade chirped as Dev shot him a look. "Well, it begs asking, Gabrielle. Bucky. Of course it’s a guy named Bucky. Bet it really does rhyme with Fu...”

"Do you want to end up in a floating prison in the middle of the Atlantic? No? Good," you grumbled as Dev shook her head and groaned under her breath. "And I know, Dev. Everybody needs to know, but not like this..."

You gave a half smile to Logan as you blinked for a moment. It felt nice to share a psionic rapport again with someone. You would not go digging in his mind, and you put barriers around most of what you needed to keep private before you got them to the ground. You opened a green portal to your bakery-cafe, but it led to the apartment upstairs. "Here, you two make yourselves at home...shit."

"I never got to tell you Bruce and Sam were visiting Wong at the Sanctum," Dev said as an orange portal closed on the other side of the room. "Oops."

"Oops my fine Irish arse, Devnet!" you growled as you now had to explain who these two spandex-clad gentlemen were and why they were here. "No, this is not happening today. Period."

"A little late for that," Bruce said as he looked at the two men standing just behind you.

"Wait, I know you. Wolverine," Sam said as he extended his hand. "I met you before. In that mystical bar Kari's brother had pop up near Grand Central."

"Not me, bub. Must have been my clone," Logan said as he gave you a look of utter bewilderment. "Any beer here, Red?"

"Second shelf of the fridge, all Irish labels, but please avoid that large purple bottle. That's a gift for someone," you said as you motioned for everyone to take a seat. "Wong, that portal. It was different. Inter-dimensional. And one question, Logan, did you come looking for me?"

"We were escaping a hellscape with a loony bald telepath in a trenchcoat. Logan's visions of you were not part of it until we almost went splat on landing. Howdy doo, Wade Wilson, the famous..."

"In his own mind," Logan grunted.

"The famous Deadpool! And you three are? I know Gabrielle over there. Where the hell is Xena anyway?"

"Sam Wilson, Captain America," you said as you pointed to your friends. "Wong, Sorceror Supreme, and Dr. Bruce Banner..."

"I get big and green. They call me The Hulk," Bruce said as Devnet sat down near him. "Good to see you again, Dev."

"We need to go to another fun restaurant soon, Bruce. I may need a good stiff drink after this mess. Devnet Casey. Not Gabrielle. Not Tinkerbell."

"So, you know Kari? Like know know Kari? The other one was married to her in another dimension," Sam asked as you looked at Logan and shook your head.

"Guys, can we let these fellas get a rest? Please? I promise we will get this all sorted out...when I'm ready to explain everything. I mean everything. I'll make sure they don't break the timeline or end up in The Raft."

"And what about Bucky? How do you plan to explain this to him?" Sam asked as you grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. OK, it was more like the wail of a banshee, but it was still technically a scream. Even Deadpool jumped as some of the photos on the wall fell. "OK," Sam added, "forget I asked."

"No, just make sure you are free this weekend, barring any world- ending events," you replied as you waved your hand and the photos moved back to their spots on the wall. "Friday to Sunday you will all be my guests in Ireland. Heaven help me, I'm bringing the lot of you home."

Tags: @historygeekfics, @chickensarentcheap, @arrthurpendragon, @darsynia (if anyone wants to be removed, just let me know)

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME?"

This story is inspired by a post made by @ramblingautisticman (sorry, I couldn't resist of writting and story about it, so here it is, I hope y'all like it!)

Logan sat down at the computer with a notebook and pen, ready to begin his first Vulcan session. Wolverine had decided to learn the language, basically because there were many times when Wade would say something to him in that language and then laugh in his face, so he didn't know if he was insulting him in a friendly way or on the contrary he was telling him that he loved him.

Obviously he did it too, but he would like to be able to respond to him in the same language he did it in, which is why he asked Laura for help to help him operate a computer.

It turned out that Laura knew the most basic things, so she in turn asked Yukio for help, Wade's friend who almost always dressed in pink or in "kawaii outfits" as Wilson defined it.

As soon as Yukio explained how it worked, he asked him what exactly he wanted to do, and if he could help him with that too. Logan let him help her. The truth was that Yukio was a person you could talk to, he was nice, understanding and above all patient, a quality that everyone knows is not Howlett's strongest suit.

He opened the notebook and entered the application. It turned out that the lessons were given to you by a green bird called "duo". Logan couldn't help but laugh. Even so, he shook his head and continued with the class, writing down the words he was learning so he wouldn't forget them.

There were times when the bird asked him to say several words or phrases out loud to make sure his pronunciation was correct, so he had to whisper so Wade couldn't hear him. As if he had been summoned, he appeared at the door of the room with a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands.-

What are you doing, peanut? -he asked curiously seeing him so concentrated-

-Nothing- Logan quickly said, discreetly minimizing the tab where the lesson was displayed- just catching up on some things, you know

-No, I don't know- he said, sitting on the bed they shared- Why don't you tell me?

-Well I was… -he murmured, suddenly getting nervous- I was learning a new language

-That's great, Wolvie! -Wade exclaimed, bringing several popcorns to his mouth at once- What language is it?

Logan had told him several times not to do it because he was afraid he would choke, but he did it anyway. He was hopeless.

-It's not really a real language like German or Spanish- Logan started, Wade tilted his head like dogs did when their owner did something they didn't understand, Wolverine clicked his tongue before letting go of him with a jerk- I was learning Vulcan so I could talk to you okay?

-Oh, Tom Hiddleston's abs! It can't be true, is that true? Because if it is, it's the most romantic thing you've done for me to date- she quickly stood up to give him a loud kiss on the cheek- You know I love you right?

-Yeah, yeah- he murmured- now take your hands off me- he said making her smile-

-Okay, I'll let you finish what you were doing then- he said picking up the bowl of popcorn again before leaving the room-

After that Logan finished his daily Vulcan lesson and went to the living room to curl up on the couch with him while they watched Stark Trek into Darkness.

Logan would occasionally get jealous when Wade would comment on how handsome Benedict Cumberbatch's character was, but he would get over it when Wade would turn his head and leave a sweet kiss on his lips, showing him that he was the only man in his life, and always would be.

[august-rivers]

August (he/him, cis man) was born on June 4, 1992 in Los Angeles, CA and arrived to Merrock in 2024. They prefer to be called Auggie, work as a chef at Evolution, and their stomping grounds are the downtown area.

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: august graham rivers

nickname(s): auggie, gus, grammy

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

sexuality: homosexual

age: thirty-two

relationship status: it’s complicated but single

birth date: june 4 1992

birth place: los angeles, california

time in town: two weeks since june 13, 2024

occupation: chef

parents: logan & sarah rivers

siblings: sammy rivers, logan rivers, hunter rivers, & skylar rivers

personality: insecure, intelligent, reserved & savvy

pet: tabby cat named oli

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: oliver stark

height: 6'2"

hair color: brown

eye color: blue

FAVORITES:

color: navy blue

food: general tso’s chicken

non-alcoholic beverage: diet dr. pepper

alcoholic beverage: tequila seltzer with a splash of cranberry

season: autumn

candle scent: cranberry mandarin

book: addicted to you

video game: call of duty

tv show: anything hgtv

animated tv show: king of the hill

movie: anything marvel

holiday movie: national lampoon’s christmas vacation

disney movie: aladdin

pixar movie: ratatouille

disney original movie: minute men

candy: sweet tarts

chocolate candy: reeses peanut butter cups

Fruit: watermelon

Vegetable: broccoli

cuisine to eat: homemade macaroni and cheese

cuisine to make: risotto

genre of music: pop

artist: dua lipa

song: jaded by miley cyrus

BIOGRAPHY:

tw; drugs, parent illness, parent death

Being adopted was never something that bother August. As far as he knew, the family that he grew up with was his real family whether they were blood or not. Of course when he was young, he thought that everyone was truly family but then he learned that the world worked differently than that yet it still didn’t change the way he thought about the siblings that he grew up with. His biological parents were a young couple who were addicts and weren’t ready for a child and that’s how he ended up in foster care before ending up with his forever family. 

It was clear from a young age that August had a gift for cooking. He was constantly watching cooking shows on TV and wanted to recreate all of the different dishes with his parents. There were even times where he was preparing dinner in a masterchef style where they didn’t even know what they were getting. Once he was old enough and he was able to be trusted with the oven and stove on his own, he was cooking all of the holiday dinners, never feeling like he had to or being pressured to. He went to a school where being an athlete was very important and still he remained himself. He was pushed into a number of lockers and called multiple names, but it’s not something that ever got to him. 

August found James in high school and he thought that he met the man that he was going to spend the rest of his life with. It seemed like everything was perfect for them and there was nothing for them to worry about. When James went off to serve his country they decided that things needed to end so that they could focus on themselves.

It was no shocker that at the end of high school, August graduated at the top of his class and he was the valedictorian. College was completely different for him though. He wasn’t sure if it was just the atmosphere or his lack of caring what others thought of him but he felt a sort of solace with his cooking buddies. He made a friend in school, named Sadie and they became close to the point that others thought that the two of them were together romantically. They never were, but the best of friends.  

After graduating, he remained in Los Angeles and worked as hard as he could to gain a reputation for himself. He worked as well as he could and then James came home and the two of them reconnected and James had proposed. August was the happiest that he could be and then James left again. Everything seemed well with them then James came back after being hurt and he wasn’t sure if he could step up and be the man that James needed and so he ended things and was scared. 

Things happened at home that required August to have to be home with his family because his mom had fallen ill. He knew that he needed to step up and be the older brother that he knew his siblings needed and he was there for them and taking care of his mother. Unfortunately, she had passed in the beginning of June 2024 and that’s when August realized he couldn’t wait another minute to be sad and when he heard that James was in Merrock, Maine he decided he was going to go there and chase after James. 

[withswiftieness]

he's back at the bar. all of the personal growth, and all of the things he's been through in the last two weeks, and logan is back at the bar. old habits die hard, of course, but the fact that he found himself so easily back at the place he hadn't thought he'd be back to . . . it's comforting, the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette and vape fumes, but it isn't where logan wanted to be right now. where he wanted to be was back at the x-mansion, at callie's bedside, but he'd been there for almost two days straight, and storm had almost forced him out saying that he needed some air. she was right, of course, logan did need air, and there was nothing that he could do for callie by sitting and watching her sleep, but that was where he wanted to be. it was his fault that she had been injured in the fight with victor, even though she had forced herself along on the trip, and while everyone was insistent that she would wake up soon, logan just wanted to be there to be sure that she did. he knew what it was like, after all, to wake up in a strange place and not know who anyone was or what was going on, and the least he could do for her, after everything else, was make sure she didn't wake up like that.

and yet, here he sits, at the only bar in town he's not been kicked out of yet, with a bottle of whiskey and shot glass in front of him. the bottle is half empty by now, and he can feel a slight buzz, but for once, he's not even trying to get drunk. he just doesn't know what else there is for him to do at the moment since he can't be at callie's bedside. the longer he sits here with his thoughts, however, the more he's able to convince himself that he should just leave before she wakes up. thus far, everyone that logan has ever cared about, he has directly or indirectly put them in danger in some way or another, he's even gotten some of them killed, and he doesn't want that this time. in the short amount of time that the two have spent together, logan has grown quite fond of the hacker's presence, and while he wouldn't dare to call it love just yet, there is definitely something other than her being a good distraction for the night. he does care about her, but that is such a treacherous road to travel down he's all but convinced himself it isn't worth the trouble anymore.

'aw, look, folks! it's the wolverine!' wade's voice echoes across the bar, and logan cringes, immediately pouring himself another drink before the merc can even reach him. he's not surprised that wade is here, but he really is not in the mood for the amount of energy he always brings with him.

"wade, what the fuck--"

'am i doing here? good question, one that you, peanut, should already know the answer to.' wade plops himself on the barstool next to logan, reaching for the bottle of whiskey that is immediately snatched out of his reach. 'so cranky. jesus. i thought you'd be in a better mood, considering, y'know . . .'

"considerin' what?" logan finally turns to the other, but he's met with the blank expression on his mask, and he sighs. as much as he hates to admit it, he knows exactly what wade is referring to, but that is also the reason he's currently at the bar, and not back at the mansion with callie. "don't even start with that shit. she's just a friend that helped me find victor, nothin' else."

'a friend that you've been watching sleep for two days?' he reaches for the bottle again, wrestling it out of logan's hands before sliding it back across the bar. the bartender barely even has time to catch it before it slides off completely, and he shoots both mutants a dirty look, but says noting. 'that's super weird, btw. very edward cullen.'

"wade, i'm not in the fuckin' mood." glaring, the wolverine lifts the shot glass to his lips and throws it back, wincing at the burn in his throat. "go home."

'iiiiisn't that where you should be? i mean, we went to allllll this trouble to get you back, log. the least you could do is, i don't know, stay?'

"i was home. storm said--"

'you need some air. i know. i was listening.' logan shoots him a look, and he shrugs absentmindedly. 'thin walls. you can hear eeeeverything, and i gotta tell ya . . . you guys should really consider adding a sex ed class to your roster.'

"jesus christ . . ." logan waves the bartender back over with the bottle, but wade reaches out and pushes the bottle back again, earning him another glare as logan turns towards him on the stool, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.

'no, but i have been called marvel jesus on occasion.' the bartender sets the bottle down anyways and walks off, mumbling under his breath something about mutants. wade shoots him a look, eyes of his mask narrowing, but his attention is quick to turn back to his friend.

"look, wade. i appreciate you comin' here, but i don't need your fuckin' mouth right now." he reaches for the bottle yet again, only to be body blocked as the other leans over the bar, head shaking. it's starting to get irritating, and logan stands, walking around wade, who hops up to sit on the bar. in the process, he knocks the bottle off, but logan catches it just before it falls, much to the bartender's relief.

"knock it off before you break somethin', would ya?" he settles back at his own seat, pouring another shot, and wade hesitates before sliding off the bar and walking to logan's other side, snatching the shot glass from him. irritation peaks, and he stands, slamming his hand on the bar. "goddammit, wilson--"

'i know, i know.' both of his hands raise, shot glass clutched between two gloved fingers. 'shut the fuck up or i'm gonna get clawed, right? trust me, i know. everyone knows stabbing me is your second favorite pastime.' logan's eyes narrow, and finally, wade offers the drink back.

'look, buddy. i think you might have problem. maybe you need to talk to someone.'

"what, someone like you? no thanks." logan downs the shot and immediately pours another, but he hesitates this time, staring at his own distorted reflection in the glass. he knows what wade has come here to say and to do, but that doesn't mean that he wants to hear it. he just wants to drink his problems into oblivion, and now he can't even do that.

'as much as i would love that, and let's be honest, so would they,' he's gesturing at dead space in reference to the people supposedly watching that only he can see, 'but no. i'm talking about that girl you've been watching over like a fucking hawk since you came back. she's who you should talk to.'

"yeah . . . that's probably not a good idea." and down goes another shot. he's starting to really feel it now, but not enough to drown out the annoying presence of the mercenary. nothing ever does. "bad shit--"

'--happens to people you care about. i know. you said that in logan, 2017. brilliant movie, by the way.' logan is staring at him now, with an expression that wade can only read as he is about to get a set of claws through his mouth if he doesn't get to the point before the other gets to the end of the bottle. 'look, my point is . . . she's not dead, log. she's still alive. sure, she might've got tossed like a used condom at a college party, but she's alive.'

"there's somethin' fuckin' wrong with you, y'know that?"

'obviously. you say that at least ten times a day.' he shrugs again, walking back to logan's other side, and sliding the whiskey bottle back out of his friend's reach yet again. 'but just . . .' for once, wade pauses, watching as logan just stares at the bar's surface.

'bad shit is part of life. you can't run away from it forever.' this gets logan's attention, as deadpool rarely says anything serious, but he doesn't respond. he's past the point of arguing or bantering. he just wants to be left alone . . . but at the same time, he almost doesn't. he doesn't want wade to stay, but he doesn't exactly want him to leave, either. really, he doesn't know what he wants, other than to be back at the mansion, but he's convinced himself that trying to be there for callie is only going to get her killed, and he isn't sure if he can come back from that.

'you're gettin' kinda old to be running anywhere, really.' and now logan is rolling his eyes, rubbing his hands down his face. exasperation does not begin to describe the way he's feeling at this point.

"did you just come here to run your fuckin' mouth, or do you got somethin' to say?" a brow raises, and for longer than normal, wade is silent. it's . . . odd, given how little silence there is when he is around, and for a moment, logan thinks he's finally going to leave, but he doesn't, much to the wolverine's annoyance.

'i just came here to say, maybe stop being such a broody little bitch, for once, and actually consider that maybe your whole life doesn't have to be a taylor swift album. the tortured poets department, not reputation. reputation is more trev's thing if you ask me.'

" . . . what the fuck does that even--" realizing there is no point, logan waves him off, but he doesn't reach for the bottle again. instead, he reaches for his wallet and tosses a wad of cash onto the bar to pay for his drinks. this seems to please the mercenary, and he bounces on his heels with his hands behind his back.

'anyways, i've got a date with a spider, so i'll seeya back at the mansion. have dinner ready for me when i get back, babe!' before logan can respond, wade is already booking it out the door, and he slumps against the bar, another sigh escaping his lips. he's finally gotten the silence that he wanted, but unfortunately, the point the mercenary was trying to make has stuck, and he doesn't even want to be at the bar anymore. he knows, of course, that wade is right, however stupidly he put it, and that he does not have to spend his life sulking in bars alone, but he just doesn't want to see callie hurt. then again . . . she has already been hurt, and aside from a minor concussion, she will be fine. she is just . . . alone, at a place she does not know, and logan isn't going to let her wake up alone, scared, and confused like he had so many years ago, she will at least (hopefully) remember who she is when she wakes up.

swearing under his breath, and checking that wade is not watching him from outside the bar windows, logan finally stands, fishing his keys out of his jacket pocket. going back to be with her right now is probably a bad idea . . . but fuck it, he's had worse ideas. at least with callie, he won't have to listen to wade's mouth . . .

[eliemo]

You know this would be such a soft gay disaster too

Wade is a professional figure skater

He's the real deal, he's been doing this his whole life and he's won competitions, but he's had to slow down recently after some recklessness on the ice left him with some injuries

He's getting older and his body doesn't bounce back as quickly as it used to

A few people have pushed him to retire, but he's not ready to give it up because he's young and spry and hip and he still has it

He does end up mentoring two young ice skaters to keep himself busy

Yes, it's Yukio and NTW, yes they're adorable, yes they adore their weird fucked up mentor but NTW would rather face plant into the ice in front of everyone than admit that

Occasionally they have to share the ice with the local hockey team

Wade avoids them like the plague because if he wanted a bunch of big burly men slamming him around he'd find that on his own time

He does in fact need his body functioning if he's going to continue skating

One day Wade and his mini skaters show up to their regularly scheduled practice time at the same time as the hockey team

Wade knows he booked his practice time properly, and he's not about to miss out on his time on the ice or get trampled by hockey players in the least fun way possible

The team captain, Scott, is more or less civil about trying to work it out

Logan isn't

Wade is faced with the audacity of the world's angriest hockey player who looks like he should be cage fighting and riding motorcycles in an early 2000s action movie

Wade tells him that to his face, actually. Logan doesn't appreciate it

They argue for 15 minutes straight. Nobody really knows what to do about it. They're all pretty sure it would be a death sentence to try and intervene

They're making really intense eye contact

NTW thinks it's hilarious

Wade insists that they booked the ice for today and that the hockey team can skidaddle their happy asses to the nearest rage room

Logan insists that they booked the ice for today and they don't have time to argue with figure skaters when they have a game next week

Turns out they're both wrong.

The stadium accidentally double-booked

Neither of them are willing to concede but they don't want to share either

Cue the most awkward tense practice anyone has ever experienced

Both Wade and Logan are too busy glaring at each other from opposite ends of the ice to actually focus on practice

Nobody is amused

Except NTW

Logan is a little extra angry on the ice and Wade is absolutely showing off and getting in their way on purpose

Bodily harm and safety precautions be dammed he will make a point and be an inconvenience

Practice ends early for everyone

At some point, the hockey team is in need of a stand-in referee after Logan someone accidentally tackled their old ref

It was an accident, ok?

Wade, obviously, volunteers

Everybody advises against this decision

Wade just wants to fuck with people. He's a smug bastard

And he'll be fine it's not like his luck is so bad that he's going to get tackled into the ice

His luck is that bad. Guess what happens 20 minutes into the game

It really was an accident on Logan's part. He was trying to tackle someone else and Wade was in the way

Wade is fine. Ouch, what the fuck, but fine

He does swing on Logan immediately though. It's instinct. His bad.

Logan ends up being the one with a concussion and a bloody nose. Wade's back just hurts

He helps them escort Logan off the ice to sit out the rest of the game and, because he's a jackass and big bloody men are a little bit his type, asks for his autograph

"Please please please peanut right here on my shirt, nobody will ever believe me. If you get your blood on me I might faint, seriously, I'm a huge fan"

He's joking.

Logan, who can't walk on his own or see straight, writes his number on Wade's shirt

And then passes out

y’all aren’t ready to hear about a hockey player logan x figure skater wade au

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Win/Loss day one

Trying writing with the @oknutzyweek prompts. I've never really done this type of thing, but I'm trying it out!

(I've never posted anything on Tumblr before, but here we go)

Enjoy!

Warnings for: Alcohol, self-deprecating thoughts, dark thoughts

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“It’s just a small win, there’s still a long way to go,” Leo said, staring into his drink. He had his hands cupped around the cup, thumbs circling the rim. 

“This is big Le, you got a shut-out.” The team was out at Sid’s celebrating their wins against the snakes. 

“I know Tremz, but I almost didn’t. That last shot that Snape took almost went in. He faked left and shot right, and I fell for it. The only reason it didn’t go in, is because Dumo hit him last second. If he didn’t, it would have sailed right in and tied us up with 4 minutes left. I almost failed.” 

Leo and Logan sat in silence for a few minutes, both thinking about the game. 

“Leo, you didn’t let a shot in, and that’s what matters. Even if you almost did, it wouldn’t have changed anything. They pulled Riddle, and we got another goal with over a minute left.” Logan explained, resting his hand on Leo’s shoulder. “We won against the snakes. Let’s celebrate.”

“Count me in,” Finn said, resting his chin on Leo’s head. “I like being taller than you. Your hair is soft. Anyway, what are we talking about?”

“Peanut’s shut-out.”

“Yeah! I vote we get Peanut a beer to celebrate.”

Logan hesitated for a minute, looking between his two boys. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea right now.”

Leo looked over at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “You guys always buy me beers. You’ve never had a problem with me drinking before.”

Finn and Logan made eye contact while Leo looked back to his drink. Sharing a silent conversation, there was a sudden understanding between them.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea right now Nutter Butter. Why don’t we say goodbye to the team and head home? It’s late anyway.” Logan said, hand rubbing slowly up and down Leo’s arm.

“The team’s all going over to Cap’s if you guys want to come. We were gonna go play Truth or Drink.” 

“Thanks, James, but I think we’re just gonna head home,” Finn said, making a move to stand up straight, but stopped by Leo circling his arms around his neck. 

“Can we please go? Just for a few minutes. It would be a good distraction.”

Again, Logan and Finn looked between each other. Logan didn't think Leo should be drinking while he was looking for a distraction.

"We're celebrating a win tonight. A shut-out against the snakes, so let's celebrate with the team. After all, they're the reason we won."

"Leo, babe, you didn't let a single shot in. We won because of all of us, you included, so we can celebrate if you want, but I don't think you should be drinking when you're talking like this. You can't use alcohol as a distraction when you're upset." Logan stood up, coming to lean against the bar in front of Leo. He took his hands in his own,

"I'm not upset, I just don't get how everyone can sit here and celebrate when I almost let us lose."

Sandwiched between his boys, Leo leaned into Logan's chest, removing one of his arms from Finn to wrap around Logan's waist.

"I don't want to use it as a distraction, I just want to have a good night with my team, and forget about the game."

Agreeing, all three boys gathered their coats and left for Cap's house.

Upon arriving, the game was already set up with cups sitting on the coffee table and floors. Kuny, Nado, Dumo, Cap, Loops, James, Lily, Kasey, Natalie, and a few others from the team sat around, laughing at something Loops said.

"Welcome cubs. Grab a drink and take a seat. Now that you are here the game can start. Someone is going to grab a card and ask someone else the question on it. you can either answer it or drink." Loops explained.

"Alright. You got anything else besides the hard liquor?"

The team laughed at Logan's question, jokingly making fun of him. Cap told him that they had some orange juice in the fridge, and Finn went to get some, pouring it into a cup, and handing it to Leo.

Once everyone was back, Loops picked up the first card.

"James, if you could pick who you'd be trapped in an elevator with for 24 hours, who would you pick?"

James looked around then finally smiled as he looked at Lily. "My Lils."

James picked up the next card. "Cap, what are five things that irritate you about your partner?"

Cap looked panicked, slightly reaching for his cup before turning to look at Loops. "I can't really think of any. We always talk about things that annoy each other." He took a drink. "Alright, Finn, sleep marry kill, the person on your left, right, and across from you."

Finn looked around at Leo, Logan, and Dumo.

"No! Um, sorry Dumo, but you have to die. I can't kill either of my boyfriends." Dumo just snorted, muttering something in French. "I guess I'd marry Leo because he cooks for me, as long as we both get to sleep with Logan. Kasey, what is a weird thing you do when alone? I just want to know if some of the things Leo does are goalie things or not."

Kasey thought for a moment, before responding. "Sometimes I'll just sit in a center split while I watch games."

Finn busted out laughing, "It is a goalie thing!"

"Leo, What is your biggest fear about your relationship?"

Leo let his smile drop, and immediately, the room went silent. "I'm scared that I'm too young, and lacking life experience, and my partners will eventually get bored with me."

"Baby, we are never going to get bored of you! How could we when you look like that? And not to mention your southern accent. There is literally no way we could ever get bored of you." Finn said, laying his head in Leo's lap.

"Why don't we spice this up?" After a few shouts of agreement, Cap continued speaking, "The person reading the card asks two people, and gives the card to whoever they thought had the better answer."

Leo picked up his card, letting out a short laugh. "Logan and Finn, do you think your current partner is marriage material? If so, why?"

Logan started speaking first. "Knutty is so marriage material. I wake up to fresh coffee, and I usually get homemade dinner. Finn, eh, not so much. I swear, this man leaves everything everywhere."

"Nutter Butter is top-notch marriage material. I'm talking high-quality Louisiana recipes, and I get cuddles every night. Logan leaves wet towels on the floor of the bathroom, and I'd end up divorcing him twenty minutes in."

Everyone laughed, and Leo handed the card over to Finn.

Deciding to go in a circle for the remainder of the game, Leo won three cards, Dumo one, Loops one, Lily two, Kasey one, and Nado two.

Cap picked up the next card. "Leo and Loops, who here would you sleep with besides your current partner?"

Loops reached for his cup, but cap making an outraged noise stopped him. "I guess I would sleep with Nado? I don't know, he's really tall and muscular."

Leo laughed a little before looking around the room. "Loops, I'm sorry but your fiancé looks really cuddly, and he's the same height as me. Logan and Finn are short."

Cap snorted before giving the card to Leo.

The game went around 3 more times, everyone winning at least one card. At the end of the game, everyone counted their cards, Leo winning with his four.

"I win losers." Taking Logan's cup, Leo chugged the drink, letting out a short laugh. "Thank you all for tonight, but I think it's time we head home. Have a good night!"

As they were walking out to their car, Leo grabbed both of his boys' hands. "Thank you. I'm sorry I was so upset at Sid's."

"Baby, you being upset wasn't a problem. Just next time, you can talk to us."

"Okay. I love you guys, you know that right?"

"Yeah Peanut, we love you too."

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So, I think it went a little bit off of the prompt, but I'm not mad at it.