#wade and logan worship each other

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

It's sin o'clock with the multiversal soulmates

[desaturate-worlds]

kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor.

logan was desperate for the relief of his mouth pressed to wade’s. he needed it, needed to put his feelings into an action. needed wade to do the same, to envelope logan in himself. he had spent years he couldn’t count feeling bitter, alone, guilty. he felt like a monster.

that is, until he found wade. or, more accurately, until wade found him. he was washed in the glow of the other man, felt his love surround him in ways he didn’t know possible. his grief untangled itself from the constricting hold on his heart and spread throughout him, and wade took as much of it from him as he could.

he had never had someone to share the load with, someone who would listen and care and hold him up when he was falling apart. he wanted to worship the other man, it was what logan imagined religion was for other people. he was addicted to the warmth that flooded his body when wade was in the room. would listen to his incessant rambling as if he was delivering a sermon.

the two were sitting very close to one another, on the living room floor. wade had one leg folded under himself, the other knee pulled up towards his chest as he turned to look at logan. logan was sitting with his legs criss-crossed, but they started to unfold as he leaned towards wade. the only light in the room was the glow of the television, whatever nic cage movie they had been watching was forgotten as they talked quietly to each other.

it was nights like these that felt holy to logan. sacred. like they were the only two people in the world awake right now. his right leg pressed into wade’s left thigh, and the point of contact felt like deliverance.

when logan pushed himself a few more inches forward, his lips just a breath away from wade’s, he saw wade’s mouth pull into a soft smile. when their mouths met, it felt like a baptism. he felt saved.

the two men (though logan felt the word man devalued what wade was to him, deity felt more accurate) folded into one another before wade started leaning backwards, pulling logan down with him. their noses banged into each other with the movement and the two pulled apart to laugh quietly together. logan couldn’t school his smile into anything other than what it was: pure joy. wade’s eyes shone with affection, and the wolverine felt his smile widen further at the sight.

he hid his face in the other man’s neck, nuzzling into his skin, allowing himself to be swallowed in his scent. this was salvation, here on the living room floor of their shitty apartment in the middle of the night. if this was eternity, logan understood why people dedicated their lives to their religions - he would do anything to keep this forever.

and the best part of it all was that he could keep it forever. dripping in wade’s favor, this was his heaven.

i don’t believe in god, but i believe that you’re my savior.

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Recs 81

This week's fic rec list!

The Great Boyfriend Bake Off by pomeloquat @pomeloquat - Superbat, Teen, 7329 words, complete. Superman and Batman both think they have the bestest boyfriends ever. Shenanigans ensue.

veracity by pomeloquat - Superbat, Mature, 3314 words, complete. Batman gets captured by some goons and they dose him with truth serum to find out Superman's biggest weakness. Instead, they learn about all the NSFW things Batman wants to do with Superman. Shenanigans ensue.

Fears & Old Scars by matriarchcomputer @alitontress - Batfam, General, 22035 words, wip. A Battinson fic, and sequel to Nightmares & Blueberries. Bruce takes on a tough case that that hits a bit too close to home. Also featuring tiny Dick, Cass, AND Duke.

be as you've always been by Excalis @excalisi - Superbat, General, 6121 words, complete. After helping out a magic user, Martha Wayne is resurrected for a day for Bruce. So many feels ensue, good thing Clark is there to help. I enjoyed the end when Dick and Jason are racing to see who meets their grandmother first.

panacea by pomeloquat - Brutalia, Explicit, 4649 words, complete. Omegaverse! After years of not presenting, Batman finally gets hit with his first heat. Alpha Talia is there to help.

Skinny and the Duke by husborth - Clark & Bruce, Unrated, 3998 words, complete. Bruce and Clark get stuck in the past during the wild west and have to wait for the Justice League to get them out. Wild west shenanigans ensue. I LOVED Bruce and Clark's banter throughout the fic.

A Bad Habit by Mawiiish @superbattrash - Superbat, Explicit, 9763 words, complete. A stressful week leads to Bruce falling back on some bad habits. Clark suggests they do something else to relieve stress.

i bet we'd have really good come right on my, i mean camaraderie by NotesAppWitch @notesappwitch - Poolverine, Explicit, 31,049 words, complete. Wade and Logan switch bodies while doing a job for the TVA. Shenanigans (including the sexy kind!) ensue.

Sonnet 43 (How Do I Love Thee) by Curupia @curupia - Poolverine, Explicit, 5590 words, complete. Wade likes to have sex with Logan with the lights out, which Logan thinks is odd since he can see in the dark anyway. Cue Wade finding this out and having terrible self-esteem issues. Cue Logan showing how much he loves Wade (and his body) through some good good body worship :)

Moving up, Moving out by LiathLining (ActuallyAMenace) @actually-a-menace - Poolverine, Explicit, 9631 words, wip. Omegaverse (kinda). Wade and Logan are looking for a new place to move into and find the perfect place. Unfortunately, there is some extortion, along with other criminal activity happening there. Fortunately, they have experience handling this kind of situation, and Wade knows a pretty good lawyer who can help.

family affairs by yellow_crayon @yellowwwcrayon - Poolverine, Explicit, 2762 words, complete. Takes place in the X-men Origins universe, featuring a genderbent Logan. Wade and Logan had a one night stand before the events of the movie, and then get together again while they are on the X team. Sexy shenanigans ensue.

unhappy man syndrome by gossippool (fearandhatred) @gossippool - Poolverine, Unrated, 6886 words, wip. A Whumptober fic inspired by this Tumblr post. My body is ready for pain and angst :)

cause you're my lady, i'm your fool by WhatIsAir - Poolverine, Explicit, 11,694 words, complete. Wade and Logan receive some side effects from the Time Ripper explosion. They can feel each other emotions, and Wade gets the benefit of borrowing Logan's healing factor to deal with his chronic pain. Nothing can go wrong from this. Nope. No siree.

Happy reading!

[bisexualgenderfemme]

imagining stone butch Logan 4 buzzed femme Wade. a Wade who only tops high femmes at the guidance of a stone butch.

Kurt being their high femme... confident & teasing playing 'may I come in' getting the two of them all worked up & desperate 2 take him bc he knos he has all the power

Kurt being there for Wade to worship & finger while Logan growls & mumbles low into their ears ab what good boys they both are

stone butch Logan feeling safe & secure in not being touched but making his two lovers feel so good in a way no one has ever let him before

Logan giving wade the strap, wade fucking Kurt, Kurt pressed underneath the both of them so warm & solid

Wade makes a good place for Kurt's tail to wrap & wriggle, so logan doesn't get touched on accident

they'd b so perfect 4 each other

[roughentumble]

im gonna scream. i need a fic where they team up with the avengers so goddamn bad. and i mean 2012 avengers where everyone's here and lives in the tower. i need nobody to like each other, but deadpool and wolverine are uniquely suited for the mission+have information/a macguffin that the avngers need. i need logan to talk down to them because they brushed off wade as nothing and not worth joining the team. i need wade to be starry-eyed hero worshipping them. i need tony stark to hate their guts. please you dont understand im in goddamn tears i need it so bad

[benbarnesescape]

The Wager - Part 3

Warnings: None at all

A/N: This is a shorter part but it's fluffy and adorable because you know what, there's not enough fluffy Logan! Yes he’s kind of an ass and yes he probably kinda is a jerk but I think he’s a character that has the opportunity to change cuz like most of us daddy issues. Actually have no idea if this is reflected in his character on the show anymore cuz i haven’t watched Westworld since November, its just the background story I’ve decided to live for him ha ha! At least in my head…..either way enjoy

Read the previous Part here

Logan watched you carefully as you chatted enthusiastically to the older couple beside you, sipping your coffee occasionally as you droned on about how you were able to see the great master chef himself bake the buttery croissants placed in front of you all. He knew the smile creeping on his face was a result of the way your eyebrows furrowed together as you listened intently to the older man drone on about how the community had changed, the way you licked your lips before taking a sip of your latte, the way you absentmindedly pushed your hair out of your face.

He had it bad. He knew he did and yet he couldn’t stop himself from pushing further into it. You had every right to call him out on his newfound affection. Though you were both comfortable with each other and you always tried to cuddle with him while you both mindlessly watched Netflix, he never crossed the line, respecting the men you decided to have in your life. 

But you were free now and he had started to notice small things. Like your perfume. The way it mingled with your shampoo when he was near. He wanted to bury himself in it. Then the way your skin felt, smooth and soft. He could spend hours worshiping it. Wanted to spend hours memorizing every inch of it.

You laughed, redirecting his attention and he groaned internally.

No, you weren’t like other women. If anything were to happen, it had to be on your terms. He had almost kissed you back in the kitchen. Wanted desperately to taste you again, claim you as his. He wanted every man who had thrown lustful glances at you while you weren’t looking to know that you were his.

But he had no right. He knew that.

“Logan actually is quite the accomplished chef. My croissants didn’t turn out so well,” you held up your light pastry, the intrinsic design a muddle triangle shaped bun. “But his are perfect.” You held one of his up and the woman and man agreed. Their waiter came over with their check and Logan waived his hand at the man.

“I’ll take care of it Louise. Put it on my tab.”

The couple begin to disagree but Logan shook his head. “You were very kind to join us for brunch and save my friend from a boring conversation. Please let me do this.”

They give a gracious smile as he stood, giving a slight stretch before extending his hand out.

“Enjoy your trip in New York. She gave some great suggestions for places to check out. And congratulation your daughter again on her first son.”

They continued to extend their thanks as he watched you hug them goodbye, before you both headed out of the restaurant.

“That was uncharacteristically nice of you. I had no idea you were paying any attention to the conversation at all.”

Your light voice broke him of his thought and he shot you a smirk, shaking his head.

“Why uncharacteristically? And I can multitask. I was just thinking about our next stop for today too.”

He allowed you to step into the town car first, trying to ignore staring at your ass before following.

“I don’t know. I guess that’s not kind of me to say. I’ve just never seen you be charitable to strangers before.”

You’re leaning back to look at him, a smile on your face and he laughs, shaking his head as he looks out the window.

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know Y/N.”

He watches your reflection give a short nod as you sit back in your seat, looking out the window. Your both silent as the car starts, taking you to your next destination as you both get lost in your thoughts before he decides to reach over and grab your hand. The move is absentminded and you jump up in surprise, staring down at the way his fingers grip yours before he pulls away mumbling.

“Sorry, I know you said you didn’t want me to…..ah just forget about it.”

His eyes are pulled back out the window, his eyebrows furrowed together, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. Shit. You had made it clear that affection was way too soon. And why did he care? Why did he want to connect with you anyways?

What the hell was wrong with him? 

Its only minutes before he feels the warmth of your hand over his, interlocking them before resting your head on your shoulder.

“Sorry about that Lo. I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier – blame it on my lack of coffee. Of course you can cuddle with me whenever you want.” your voice is a soft whisper and he doesn’t realize he’s been holding his breath until he exhales. 

He tries to downplay the action by chuckling though he knows the beating of his heart is a response of relief and squeezes your hand before placing a soft kiss in your hair.

He was definitely wading in unknown, fearful territory. Walls were falling fast and he was becoming someone different, a stranger to the guise he wore for the world. 

And he wasn’t so sure how he felt about it.

You frowned, looking up at the cursive words that eloquently spelled out Rachel Saison’s name, the fine letters  glowering down at you. It was too much. All of it. It was the second destination and you were standing outside a store, correction a boutique for a very expensive and well respected designer, and refused to walk in. Logan stood impatiently at the door, heaving out loud sighs but you kept your jaw set, answer firm as he continued to pressure you into walking into the store.

“No way.” You repeated when he asked for the fifth time to come inside.

“Why not?”

His deep voice that normally carried control and dominance was shifting to an annoyed whine and you crossed your arms as you looked at him.

“I can’t afford shit in this store. I’m a curator – and not a curator at The Met – for a network of local museums and artists. I don’t make shit for New York. Can’t afford the real stuff – I go to Chinatown and buy knockoffs. This leather jacket is a knockoff for her actual piece of work. No, I refuse to embarrass myself knowingly.”

He gave a sigh as he waded toward you through the busy sidewalk, ignoring the small group of people who had stopped to watch the small argument unfold.

“We had a deal remember? I won the wager and you have to do whatever—“

“Logan I can give two shits about the stupid bet we made right now.” Your voice is ice as you close your eyes, catching him off guard. He watches you for a beat before he places a hand on your shoulder cautiously.

“Y/N, talk to me.” His voice is softer and you open up your eyes, tears watering at the brim and his voice scowls into more concern.

“Did I do anything to upset you? I didn’t mean to offend you….” There’s an uncertainty now to his tone, his eyes desperately seeking your own as he places another hand on your waist, drawing you closer to him.

“Logan it's not that it's just…” you bite your lip. You hated this. Hated admitting your insecurities and faults. Especially to someone like Logan who carried himself with intense confidence. Though you knew and he knew that it was a cover to deal with his father and whacked up job of parenting the man had painted into Logan’s character.

Life sucked.

You take another breath before you breathe out, “ Logan it's just…stores like this make me so uncomfortable. I know that I don’t…never talked to you about it before but I grew up poor. Real poor. My dad left my mom when she was naïve and 17 and she scrapped by wherever she could to get us by. I don’t know how to walk into a place like this, in my outfit that is clearly a knock off, and act like I belong or can afford it without people assuming I’m your mistress. I don’t care about who I am, you know? I work hard and I like my life. But when I go to places like this, places that just reeks of wealth and pompous, all that comes tumbling down. And I feel like high school me, trying to pretend so desperately that I’m more than the outfit I’m wearing.”

You don’t mean to cry, don’t mean to unravel around him but you do, the last word coming out in a light sob before he’s drawing you into a hug, your face cradled in his chest. He hold you firmly in silence, rubbing your back occasionally while you unwind. It’s a stupid thing to cry about but you hated the pit in your stomach these places made you feel – these women who had grown up in elegance and wealth and confidence. Hated feeling out of place next to someone like Logan, who did belong and deserved someone on that level.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,”Logan's soft voice cuts through your thoughts once you’ve settled and you look up at him as he begins to brush your tears away. “I know it's hard to be…honest. But you belong here and deserve this. I know how much you like this designer and she’s an old friend of the firms and when I told her about this amazing woman who would die for some of her clothing, she happily agreed to do a special fitting for you. As a favor to me since apparently I never buy clothes for women.” He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly at the last part and you give a soft laugh before his fingers fall short of your lips.

“But if you don’t want to go in there because you’re uncomfortable we can do something else. This day is about you.”

His eyes are piercing as they look back at you. There’s no expectation but compassion and you give a small smile, placing a soft kiss on his finger. The action takes him off guard as you say,

“No, you’re doing something really sweet. And I would die for a special fitted session with Rachel Saison. In fact, Les and Jess would kill me if I passed this up. I can do it, but only if you’re there.”

He chuckles, nodding his head before he places a kiss on your forehead. When he pulls away he mumbles,

“I already told you, it’s one of my fantasies to have you model for me.”

Its meant as a joke but the way he’s looking at you reflects something else. The same way he looked at you at your party the night before, desire hiding behind his dark pupils. Before you can comment though, he  pulls away, grabbing your hand and leading you into the store.

“I don’t believe you Logan.”

The sultry voice carries low enough for the other workers in the space to not overhear, but loud enough for his ears. He looks up to see Rachel Saison, international famous designer and good friend, stroll toward him from behind the dressing room. Her golden blonde hair shone in the fluorescent light, her blue eyes glistening as they narrowed in on him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, looking up from his blackberry and she rolled her eyes, taking a seat beside you. She quirks an eyebrow as she sits down beside him, shaking her head.

“When you told me that you had a friend interested in my clothing, you didn't tell me it was a girl you were into you.”

This time he quirked his eyebrow and Rachel rolled her eyes, snorting.

“Don’t play stupid with me,” her thick french accent rang in the air. “I saw the way you were gaping at her before you walked in. We all did. Half the girls in here couldn't believe that the man they fucked was giving his attention to some nobody.” she raises her arms before he can defend you. “There words Logan. But then to chat with her to find out that you haven’t even fucked and that’s even more curious.”

“Its true Rachel. I haven’t slept with her.”

“I know,” Rachel throws an arm over the couch. “Girls that sleep with you get desperate and clingy and annoying. She’s different. Affectionate but cautious. Intelligent obviously because she’s got you on a leash but funny. I like her. I don’t like women you normally fuck. The shitter of it is that she probably cares about you more than you realize and doesn’t even know it.”

He leans back, giving Rachel a knowing smile while shaking her head. Rachel and him were friends because she was the only women he could have conversations like this with. Could be honest and insecure without judgement. Had an equally crazy mother whose shadow she lived under her whole life. A lot of people always thought they would end up together but they were just to similar. To broken. 

Needed someone else to help get through their emotional burden. 

So when she said all of this, the vulgarity of her observation hitting at his ego, he only has one thing he knows to be true to defend himself. 

“I’m not good enough for her.”

The words cause silence. So much so that Logan wonders if she’s gone into shock, her eyes watching his with curiosity. Rachel wasn’t a women to shock easily. In fact, most people had the opposite problem with her.

When she finally does find her voice, it’s a soft whisper.

“When is Logan not good enough for someone?”

She’s met with silence as one of her assistants pop out from the curtain you are getting dressed behind, a bubbly smile on her face.

“The first outfit is absolutely superb on her!”

She claps her hands giddily as she pulls the curtains and Rachel’s eyes widen, taking you in the short designer sun dress.

“My, my, I might have to recruit you as a model. What do you think Logan? Think she’s good enough for a Paris runway?”

You are insistent that you aren’t ready for any kind of runaway, let alone for her designs as you check yourself out in the mirror. Even if it does compliment your frame, still not good enough. 

Logan; however, felt differently. He turned too late, after everyone else in the store had guffawed and was now struck by the way your body perfectly melded to the fabric, the navy blue and white designs swirling around your bosom distracting him. Your hair that you had thrown in a quick ponytail caressing against your shoulders, teasing your skin as your bright eyes sparkled taking yourself in. Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he holds his breath, at a lost for words.

This is what it feels like to have the wind taken out of you.

He’s unable to hear Rachel call out his name until you turn, looking at him with a huge grin on your face.

“Logan are you ok?”

You voice snaps him out of his trance and he shakes his head, trying to clear his brain of all the thoughts passing through. The most pressing being to push you against the mirror to fuck you senseless and then wrap you in his arms to protect.

What the hell was wrong him? The question for the past 24 hours. He was in deep need of a drink. 

“I’m fine.” he falls back deeper into the sofa, his legs falling open as a dark grin graces his face.

“Just thinking about how beautiful you look in that dress.”

The undertone of the statement is evident as his eyes flicker with lust, never leaving yours and you blush, trying to detract from his intense gaze.

“I’d love to try the next outfit Rachel, if that’s ok?”

Rachel, who has been watching the interaction in silence clears her throat, trying to dispel the awkward air as she lifts from the couch lightly.

“Yea, I think that’s probably best even though,” she casts a glance at Logan whose eyes are still watching yours, the look never leaving his face.

“You got him all fired up sweetheart. Doubt you’re going to be able to tame that look down. At least until you leave. And even then…..”

“What?! No its not...Logan and I...” you stumble over your words and she laughs, closing the curtain behind her.

“How the hell have either of you maintained being friends is beyond me. But that's none of my business - fashion is.”

On the other side of the curtain Logan groans, holding his face in his hands. 

Perhaps shopping wasn’t the best idea after all.

[jetcolor3-blog]

One holiday gift for every team

It's Christmas! We want to get your team presents. Thus, today, we look at giving a Christmas gift for all 30 teams, a player who fits something the team needs and is realistically available during this Hot Stove season. To make it fair, no player can be used more than once -- every team could use a Bryce Harper, after all -- and it has to be an actual possibility: Something that makes sense, both for player and for team. Merry Christmas, all: Here's a player each team might enjoy in its stocking.

AMERICAN LEAGUE EAST

Blue Jays: Gio Gonzalez, LHP He's starting to fade a bit as he gets older, but he sure does give you innings, and the Blue Jays need as many of those as they can get with all their rotation uncertainty. And hey, maybe he has a bounce-back year and becomes something to flip at the Trade Deadline.

Orioles: Adam Jones, OF The Orioles have said that Jones will be just like any other free agent on the market, but considering that this team has a big rebuild ahead of it, you might as well give fans a reason to wear their JONES jerseys to the stadium one last season. Maybe you'll even get to trade him at the Deadline this time.

Video: Joe Trezza discusses Jones' possible reunion with O's

Rays: Nelson Cruz, DH Jose Martinez is also a fit if they want to make a trade, but all Cruz costs is money, and the Rays don't have a lot of big contracts so they should have some money to spend. If they get Cruz, the lineup is deceptively scary.

Red Sox: Adam Ottavino, RHP With Joe Kelly gone, you might as well get a free-agent reliever who can strike out the Babe. Also, Ottavino went to Northeastern, so he knows the area!

Yankees: Manny Machado, SS The Yankees can go full circle and get themselves another A-Rod in Machado, an equally polarizing player who worshiped A-Rod as a kid. He'd be electric in The Bronx in every possible way.

AL CENTRAL

Indians: Nick Markakis, OF The Indians need outfielders, any outfielders, and Markakis fits the bill as someone they can afford on a short-term deal. Also, his name sounds a little like "Sockalexis."

Royals: Derek Holland, LHP He will give you a ton of starts for not too much money, and the Royals, more than anything, need that.

Tigers: Brian Dozier, 2B There are more second basemen on the market than there are positions to play them, and the Tigers, who don't really have anyone to play second base right now, could get Dozier on the cheap … and have a potential excellent asset at the Deadline if a team comes needy.

Twins: Drew Pomeranz, LHP The Twins say they want another bat, but they need a lefty in their rotation, and Pomeranz is a fascinating buy-low candidate who would fit well in that park.

White Sox: Yasmani Grandal, C Even closer to Yonder Alonso than Yonder's brother-in-law, Machado, Grandal is a more than adequate consolation prize if Machado and Harper, as predicted, go elsewhere.

AL WEST

Angels: Mike Moustakas, 3B He was rumored to have turned down a $45 million deal from the Angels last year. He won't get that much this time, but he still fits.

Astros: Corey Kluber, RHP Now that they've signed Michael Brantley, they can go to work on getting a big gun in that rotation. What a wild rotation this would be to watch, with Justin Verlander, Gerrit Cole and Kluber. If the Indians make the move, the Astros would be quite the fit.

Athletics: Wade Miley, LHP A Spring Training groin injury followed by a strained oblique limited him to two appearances before the All-Star break, but he was actually pretty effective (2.57 ERA in 80 2/3 innings) when he took the mound and won't cost all that much.

Mariners: Alcides Escobar, SS The Mariners need a mentor and a guide for J.P. Crawford as he develops. It's also be fascinating to see who they target in the inevitable Edwin Encarnacion trade.

Rangers: Edwin Jackson, RHP The Rangers need someone to eat innings, and Texas is one of the few teams Jackson hasn't played for.

NATIONAL LEAGUE EAST

Braves: A.J. Pollock, CF If the Braves can stomach the injury risk, he's perfect for a team that needs one more outfielder: What an incredible defensive outfield this would be.

Marlins: Logan Morrison, 1B The Marlins need some sort of left-handed power bat: How about the guy who started his career as the heavily Tweetin' Marlin himself?

Mets: Marwin Gonzalez, UTL He should be affordable, and that one more outfield bat the Mets are looking for.

Nationals: DJ LeMahieu, 2B The Nationals could use a full-time second baseman, and LeMahieu is sort of an ideal fit. Also, oddly, they still could probably use another starting pitcher.

Video: Will Leitch on the top suitors for Harper and Machado

Phillies: Bryce Harper, OF This is the pick, this remains the pick. But for the Phillies, any present would just be one of Harper or Machado.

NL CENTRAL

Brewers: Yusei Kikuchi, LHP The 27-year-old Japanese import seems to fit the Brewers and their competitive window perfectly.

Cardinals: Matt Wieters, C The Cardinals need a backup catcher, and Wieters might have enough cache to actually let Yadier Molina take a day off every once in a while.

Cubs: Zach Britton, LHP With the Cardinals grabbing Andrew Miller, Britton is the logical countermove.

Pirates: Nick Ahmed, SS The D-backs are still selling, and Ahmed is an immediate upgrade for a sneakily interesting Pirates team.

Reds: Dallas Keuchel, LHP He's the ideal ground-ball pitcher for Great American Ball Park, and the Reds are one or two starting pitchers away from being a fascinating team. Might they even trade Scooter Gennett for one more starter and slot top prospect Nick Senzel in at second?

NL WEST

Diamondbacks: Matt Davidson, 3B If the D-backs are starting over, you could always try to pluck a 27-year-old who has hit 46 homers the last two years and can even pitch in a pinch!

Dodgers: J.T. Realmuto, C Here's the bet on where Realmuto ends up … making their lineup a nightmare essentially top to bottom.

Video: Frisaro talks Marlins' trade options with Realmuto

Giants: Jose Martinez, 1B/OF The idea of him playing right field at AT&T Park is a little scary, but he's a bat the Giants could seriously use, and either one of their left-handed relievers might do the trick.

Padres: Clay Buchholz, RHP Don't forget: He was absolutely fantastic in 16 starts last year. Lots of teams don't necessarily trust that -- witness that he is still on the market -- but it's something for the Padres to dream on.

Rockies: Edwin Encarnacion, 1B  It's time to finally get the guy we've all been wanting in Coors Field for years. Pair him with Nolan Arenado, and look out.

Will Leitch is a columnist for MLB.com.

Source: https://www.mlb.com/news/one-player-for-every-team-on-christmas-day/c-302129216

[mischievous-thunder]

Within a few hours:

Wade: He's a 10 but he loves my insanity so he's a 1000.

Logan: He's a 10 but he belittles himself so he's a 0. Also, he'd have been lobotomised in 1938.