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I need you to know i damn near punched the fan I have in front of me when I read that last paragraph
if i get too loud you can shut my mouth ch. 3
Masterlist Ch. 1, Ch. 2 The Poolverine Playlist Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Logan Howlett/Wolverine
Rating: Explicit
Tags: dry humping, rough/violent sex, violence (but they're into it), tenderness, dirty talk, choking, flirting, biting, enthusiastic consent, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie 😌
Word Count: 2.7K
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Getting fucked in a drying puddle of his own blood would not have been a first. It wouldn't have been a problem, either.
Wade's so eager to keep going that he just flings the sheets off regardless, pillows hitting the floor and almost knocking his lamp off the nightstand. Almost a shame to replace them; with any luck they'll end up just as messy as this first set did.
They don't say anything as Wade shuffles through his closet to fetch the spare set of bedclothes, trying not to let Logan see that it's shoved to the brim with clutter.
It all feels surreal. Like he's on the best kind of trip, everything all slow motion and floaty. Taking a ride on the Wolverine’s disco stick had always been a fantasy, sure. But now that it's about to happen, Wade has a feeling that the wet dreams won't compare.
He's fucking nervous, even with the taste of Logan's come still fresh on his tongue.
When the sheets are replaced, he slides back onto the mattress, satisfied when Logan settles himself on top with a quiet sound of want. His lips miss Wade's own the first time around, teeth nipping a little at his cheek before they're kissing again – slower this time.
It's surprising how differently Logan touches him now that they've gotten the first round out of the way. One of his hands cradles the back of Wade's head. Gentleness where it hadn't been apparent before, Logan's mouth working over his like it wants to take the time to know him. Own him.
He can also feel his lungs slowly getting crushed under the weight of Logan's metal skeleton. (Metal skeleton, what sick fuck does that to a guy? Then again, Wade has his own baggage he's not exactly willing to unpack.)
Three solid whacks to the back get Logan's attention, and as he lifts up, Wade heaves in a relieved breath.
“Scoot a bit,” he says after blinking the stars away. “I love a little breathplay as much as the next guy, but I can't be the fucked out little butt slut we both want me to be if I'm unconscious.”
“But you'd be quiet,” Logan quips back, even as he shifts his weight further so that Wade isn't taking any of it. He does, however, get the warmth, the smell of him, the consistent thump of his heartbeat.
A quick glance up reveals that Logan is grinning a little.
Wade gasps, feigning shock. Reveling in their little flirty game, even as his cock whines and begs for them to just get back to the good shit. Currently it's lodged against Logan's inner thigh, which is delicious in and of itself, but he's never been the most patient boy.
“My good sir!” He takes on a posh British accent. “Are you saying that you would desecrate me, without my complete and enthusiastic consent?”
Logan kisses him again, faster now, letting his mouth trail down to Wade's neck, and oh. He can't help but arch into that, his thoughts of sexy banter cast aside for a moment as the other man's hot breath touches his skin.
“I'm saying you're more talk than action, bub,” Logan says, his voice no louder than a whisper. Sexy and growly right in his ear now, and Wade shivers in answer, grinding his cock into Logan's leg. “I think you'd let me know if you weren't enjoying yourself. Right?”
“Right,” Wade practically moans as Logan's mouth opens, a wet sound he can feel and hear.
His tongue traces the shape of Wade's ear for just a moment before sharp canines dig into the cartilage – not sharp enough to break the skin but sharp enough to make him tilt his head back in an effort to get more.
“Fuck yeah, big guy, of course I would, I keep it safe sane and consensual – or at least consensual –”
“Ha.”
Wade's glad that he thought it was funny. He can't really think at all anymore aside from how good Logan's mouth feels as it travels back and forth on his neck.
“Fuck! S’good, really sensitive – keep going,” he hears himself slur out as Logan bites down hard.
Logan groans in answer, grinding his cock against Wade's, and it's maybe the most gratifying thing on the planet to know that this is turning him on just as much.
Something wet runs down the side of his neck, and Logan's tongue is quick to catch it, warm against his skin. Doubtless that there are endless wires crossed in Wade's brain right now, but the knowledge that Logan is biting him hard enough to break the skin and then licking at the blood that wells from the bite is pushing Wade to his fucking edge.
The a la carte is letting his hands roam Logan's (gorgeous) back and ass to their heart's content, and it only seems to spur him on. Every deep press of their hips together becomes just as hungry as when they'd done it against the wall, building and building until Wade starts to recognize that undeniable pressure. He really could come like this, again – ad infinitum, really.
The bed protests underneath them, squeaking and groaning like it wants to collapse. Logan ignores it, dragging his teeth across Wade's sensitive collarbone and neck, the kisses becoming more quick and frantic as he clearly gets close to finishing again too.
“Fuck – Red, you feel – so good,” he manages. “Wanna – make a mess of you.”
Wade isn't sure what's turning him on more; feeling their dicks rubbing together in a mix of sweat and neediness, or the way Logan's breath now comes in shallow pants, his composure peeling away again.
(Is it bad to secretly hope he gets speared through again? Yeah. Probably, yeah.)
“Would feel better if you fucked me,” Wade answers, leaving any and all inhibitions behind. No point in being shy now, is there?
He doubles down when he hears Logan's breath catch, one hip hitching to press deeper into Wade's thigh.
“Logan, god, fuck me, please, get the fuck inside me –”
Logan pulls back to look at him, eyes intense and passionate. Searching his face but full of sexual desire. God, this is just like The Notebook.
“Where's your, uh –?”
“I don't want it.”
The look lingers for only a few seconds before Logan nods. Trusting him to be able to take it. Instead of protesting further about lube or lack thereof, he takes the time to strip out of the rest of his clothes, dropping the flannel and tshirt to the bedroom floor.
“Wow,” Wade says with quiet reverence, turning to look at the readers. “We finally got there. The abs are out, guys. Start jerking or get your vibrators ready. It's about to be a 9.5 on the Wet Pussy Scale.”
One hand slides up his bare ass. “Pretty sure that's not what we're working with here.”
“It can be wh–atever you want it to be, sweetheart.”
Wade jumps a little as two rough, thick fingers swirl around his hole, pressing in ever so slightly. Logan peers up at him from between his spread legs, gauging his reaction with the gentlest look of concentration and need on his face.
It stirs something in Wade that he can't quite name, or more accurately won't. All he knows is that the way Logan is looking at him feels more vulnerable than having fingers pressed into his ass, and at this very specific moment in time he knows which he'd prefer over the other. Now isn’t the time to be thinking about what this’ll mean – he only wants to know how it’ll feel. Later, they can talk it all out.
At least, he hopes.
It's delicate work, for a time. Nothing makes a sound except the way they move together, Wade’s breath hitching as Logan presses in deeper, experimenting with reactions to shallow thrusts.
“You’re quiet,” Logan comments. “Give me something to go off of, Mouth. What do you want? More? Less?”
Shit, he’s right. Very OOC of him.
“It’s been a minute since I’ve been the glove and not the hand is all.” Wade wriggles a little, getting flatter on the mattress, breath hitching as the movement presses Logan’s fingers deeper inside him. “Nine times out of ten, I’m pitching. But it – fuck! – feels great, peanut, you’re doing great –”
Those were the magic words Logan was looking for. With a pleased hum, he curls his fingers deep into Wade’s ass, a full push that has Wade curling his toes. The sting is just an afterthought as he focuses on the very deliberate way Logan pulls out, then pushes right back in again, setting a rhythm that he’s pressing himself up into without even fully realizing at first.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Wade pants. “More of that, just, if you – hah – go a little higher –”
Panting every bit as fast as Wade is, Logan adjusts in a heartbeat, nailing that spot, making Wade cry out in a way that can only be described as slutty. He feels teeth dig into his knee, warm breath and lips and kisses, eager on the skin they can reach. A glance down reveals those mussed cowlicks he’s wanted to run his fingers through for months now, Logan’s forehead, his eyes laser focused on the way Wade’s body is taking him. As if it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, the most important view.
Marvel H. Christ.
“If you don’t fuck me within the next five minutes, then please stab me through the head so I can forget how bad I need this for a second while my brain regenerates.”
A quiet scoff of a laugh. “If you’re ready, then I’m ready.”
“Buddy, a glory hole couldn’t be more ready than me right now.”
Logan rises over him like a wave, their naked bodies flush. Wade can feel the head of his cock right at his hole – he hooks a leg over Logan’s waist, and the clue is taken.
Wade gazes up at him as Logan works his way in, and though Logan’s concentration is on easing inside him, Wade can only stare dumbly at the other man’s face like nothing else exists. Like everything has narrowed down to a fine point until there’s only this sensation.
If Logan had felt big in his mouth, then he definitely feels big in Wade’s ass. The stretch is slow, deliberate, though it’s clear from the downright pornographic look on Logan’s face that he wants to push in and just fucking have him. What was it he’d said? Make a mess of him.
Even though he’s ninety-nine point-six-eight percent sure that his mouth is hanging open like a goddamned idiot, Wade can’t bring himself to move. Because Logan’s hips are touching the curve of his bare ass as he bottoms out, and he’s making the most gorgeous face Wade thinks he’s ever seen in his life. Shit, he’s half-sure he could come just from looking at the man.
“Gonna move now,” Logan tells him, reaching to brush his thumb over Wade’s cheek. So fucking sweet, in the midst of what they're about to do.
“You better.”
He had hoped the reply would come out confident, but they both know it sounds punched out and breathless.
Still watching him with that same mix of need and openness, Logan rolls his hips in one long, slow, agonizing motion. Then again, again, again, and by some miracle, he’s being fucked deep and gentle.
They both moan at the same time, the sound low in Logan’s throat as his eyes flutter shut.
“Wade,” he says, and something about hearing the single syllable of his name from the man’s mouth has Wade thrusting back, needing more, now.
“That is, unfortunately, my name,” comes Wade’s answer, trying and failing to find something wittier to say back. His mind is on fire with all the feel-good chemicals, body on autopilot, everything going into the rhythm he and Logan are setting together. “Bestowed upon me. By my mother. In the – f-fuck – yearofourlordnineteeneightysi–”
Then Logan’s hand travels smoothly back down to his throat, threatening to squeeze, and Wade’s cock jerks hard against his stomach.
Huffing out another quiet laugh – a thousand times hotter when he’s balls deep, fucking Wade with some freakish reserves of control – Logan smirks down at him.
“This how you want it?”
The grip tightens. Tighter, tighter, until Wade can’t draw in a breath. Logan keeps him there for a few floaty seconds, spots forming in his vision, before releasing him again.
“How I need it,” Wade gasps when he can. “Harder. Meaner, you know I can take it.”
“Oh, you want mean?” He raises an eyebrow at that, the cute little smirk widening into a wolfish grin. “I think I can manage that.”
Fuck yeah you can, Wade wants to quip back, but he never gets the words out. He's being maneuvered so that his knee dangles over Logan's shoulder, opened wider as Logan thrusts in harder. Deeper. Desperate nails dig into Wade's skin, and again part of him wonders if he's about to see this big kitty's claws.
With some sort of sound between a whine and a growl, Logan lays into him like he couldn't possibly hold himself back a second longer.
“Oh, fuck, Wade.”
Thank whatever deity is watching over them right now that he doesn't live with Blind Al anymore, because this would not have gone over well. The mattress is practically howling its complaints now, the frame threatening to buckle underneath them as Wade gets fucked hard enough to punch the air from his lungs with every thrust.
It doesn’t take long for it to finally throw in the towel. One of the bedframe’s spindly legs gives out with a screech, pitching them to the side. Neither of them stops to give a damn, though Dogpool barks once from the living room in what can only be described as mild concern.
Hand trembling, Wade reaches for his cock, unable to stand it anymore. He has to come, now. Logan notices immediately and slaps his hand away.
“Yeah, no. That’s my job.”
He replaces Wade’s fingers with his own, the grip tight. The stern rhythm makes Wade whine, boneless. Judging from the evidence he’d gathered not long before this, Logan’s right on the brink of coming again. Cocaine’s starting to look like powdered sugar compared to the way he looks when he’s right there, fighting not to be loud, wrenching his hips for all he’s worth, pupils blown out and, and –
“Oh, shit, oh for fuck’s fucking sake, peanut –!”
Wade is half-aware that he’s saying something. More aware that it’s complete nonsense. Very, very cognizant of the orgasm tearing its way up and out of his dick, coating Logan’s hand and beautiful skin. Logan moans with him, a soft sound that betrays his need all the same, and tilts his head back just as he presses deep into Wade one last time.
God, he can feel it. Logan absolutely fills him with come, chest heaving and thighs trembling, like some symbol of eroticism and beauty made just for Wade to stare at. The soft little gasps and growls that follow in the aftershocks make Wade want to flip him over and fuck him senseless for hours. Days. The rest of his life.
But Logan slowly pulls out of him, blinking back to himself. Come leaks out of Wade’s hole as he does–kind of unavoidable with how stretched and loose he is–but Wade can’t bring himself to care. Another set of sheets to wash is worth what they’ve done, he thinks.
“Five…fucking…stars,” Wade says as they untangle from each other. (His face hurts. He soon realizes it’s because he’s beaming like a lesbian at a women’s soccer match.) “I mean, bravo, sweetheart, Jesus. I’m not gonna lie – I thought I had you pegged as a power bottom – but we love a man with range.”
Giving a vague sort of hum in response, Logan’s already on his feet, hand on the bedroom doorknob.
Even though Wade’s brain is fast and his mouth is faster, Logan slips away before he can get out another word, leaving him alone with a soft click of the closing door.
Tomorrow
Poolverine oneshot
Summary: this is my idea of what happened right after Deadpool introduce Logan to Althea
Warnings: foul language, a lot of foul language, also it's got deadpool and wolverine in it, that's a warning in and of itself I think
"Now that you're acquainted with my mom, I meant mother, oh sorry, I dont know what's happening to my mouth muscles right now." Wade chuckled. "Anyways, now that you two have been acquainted, let me give you the grand tour, peanut."
"Make yourself at home, I'm going to take a nap," Althea said, not unkindly, before adding under her breath, "motherfucker's been back for less than five minutes and I already have a headache."
"I heard that!" Wade called after her cheerily, with a hint of middle fingers and a sprinkle of passive aggression.
Logan wondered whether Althea had developed a sixth sense to compensate her blindness when she returned the gesture right back at Wade before slamming the door behind her.
"I guess you won't be getting a tour of the master bedroom then." Wade turned to Logan. "It just so happens to be the only bedroom. I hope you're alright sleeping on the couch, peanut. I can show you how to unfold it so you have some more space." Wade looked Logan up and down. "I can borrow you some comfier clothes too, we can go shopping tomorrow for something that might fit you a bit better."
"I don't have any money on me, bub."
"I don't have much money either," Wade said with a grin. "Once you get settled I can try helping you find a job, if you like acquiring stuff the legal way, I could even put in a good word for you here or there, though that depends on whether you mind acquiring the money legally or not. Oh boy, I'm getting ahead of my self. You hungry, peanut?"
"I could eat a horse."
"Unfortunately, that is not on the menu, we do have an insane amount of instant noodles."
"Do you even know how to cook?"
"I'm not gonna dignify that with a response. I did manage to blow myself up once by leaving the gas on. Kitchen safety is no joke, kids!"
"Who the fuck are you talking to?"
"Nevermind that. Can you cook, peanut?"
"Of course I can cook."
"Damn, no need to get so high and mighty bout it. You know what I'm not even hungry anymore." Wade walked over to a closet and pulled out some items of clothing from the haphazard piles within. He walked back over to Logan and handed him sweats and a t-shirt. "I'll go get changed in the bathroom, you'll have to wait your turn, peanut."
Logan couldn't help but roll his eyes again before quickly changing out of his costume and into the sweats and t-shirt. The shirt was a bit tight and the sweats were too short, but he had to admit he hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time. He'd been in his costume for days now, and before that it was always jeans. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. The apartment felt a little warmer.
Wade walked out of the bathroom wearing pink pajama bottoms and a hoodie.
"Nice outfit, bub"
"Why thank you, peanut, I do try."
Logan couldn't resist the slight upward twitch in the corner of his mouth.
"Now the couch."
"Thanks." Logan lied down on the couch and sunk into it.
"You're one big boy, aren't ya?"
"You'd sink into this softass couch too if you had metal bones, so shut up asshole."
"Touché," Wade replied as he lowered himself down onto the floor.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Trying to go to sleep, but that's a bit hard to do with all your talking, peanut."
"Why don't you just sleep on the couch."
"Because you're sleeping on the couch?"
"Get over yourself, bub," Logan snorted. "This won't even be the closest we've been these past few days. I really don't care anymore."
"This feels like a trick." Wade narrowed his eyes at Logan but got up off the floor.
"I promise I won't stab you," Logan smirked before he turned to look at the ceiling and his expression turned serious again. "At least not on purpose. I should probably warn you. I have nightmares sometimes, and I get violent when I'm scared."
Wade sat down on the couch. He didn't say anything.
"You can have the couch, bub. I'm sinking into it like fucking quicksand anyways."
Wade lay down, on the couch. "Get over yourself, peanut. You couldn't hurt me if you tried."
Every adamantium infused bone in Logan's body screamed at him to run, to find the nearest bar and never look back, to find a place where no one would get close to him again. But he held onto that. No normal threat could kill the man on the couch next to him. Even he couldn't kill Wade. They even survived the time ripper, and if that had proved anything, it was that they were stronger together. Logan held onto these solid truths. He held onto them like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff. He'd have to start making his way up eventually, but for now he just focused on not falling. There was going to be a tomorrow. And he would make his way up that cliff at his own pace. An inch at a time, if that's what it was going take, but he'd get there eventually.
There was always tomorrow.
Live long and fuck in Hondas (or 'why that Vulcan salute is way more significant than you think it is')
Hey. Hey Holz. Did you know Deadpool and Wolverine fucked in the Odyessy? Did you know that they now live in a one-bed with Blind Al? Did you know that -
Yes, friend. I know all of it. And you're all super fucking valid for pointing it out.
... But maybe all of you aren't seasoned Trekkies like me. Maybe not all of you gorgeous people understand the true significance of this.
Or maybe you just want a definitive way to win the argument of "are these two fucking?"
But either way, I'm here to help, and to tell you why, amongst all the absurdly homoerotic text of this film, this moment? Might be the gayest of them all.
Now, we must start by saying that although you wouldn't know it from the bullshit Abrams films, these two:
Are the fathers of gay fanfiction. Spock and Kirk here are the reason you're living in the fantastic timeline where you can write/read men fucking without any other shred of plot and that this is a legitimate and normalised internet experience - everyone say thank you, iconic papas. These guys were so homoerotically coded that even in the 60s, the era of wondrously overdramatic performances of all kinds and fairly prevalent homophobia, The Girlies still took notice, still started mailing each other fics and making zines and being just hugely excited at the thought of these two getting space-married. They are fandom as we know it today's beginning, and seventy years later they're still an enduringly popular ship on AO3. (You should all go and watch Amok Time, by the way. Contains the Honda Odyessy scene of the 60s, except there's weird biology and wrestling and just go and put it on your screens, thank me later. They fucked on that planet.)
Anyway, these two were as close as early colour TV could ever allow two men to be, deepening their *coughs* friendship almost every single episode or film - Trek's creator Gene Roddenberry even gave them a unique word in Spock's Vulcan language, with the meaning of 'friend, brother, lover.' (And if that isn't ringing any Poolverine bells, I'm not actually sure what you want out of this post. Enjoy it anyway, love you.)
... And then we get to 1982's The Wrath of Khan, and to that moment that every iconic screen couple must face - the ol' classic, it's you or me and I won't let it be you.
Sure, the set-up's a little different here - the chamber Spock's in is filled with radiation, and the scene's quieter, softer. And Kirk isn't a mutant so he can't smash his way in, he can just sit there and inwardly die as his emotional support Vulcan does.
... But you get where I'm coming from here. Ryan Reynolds doesn't take a million other potential love scenes from across the cinematic ages - no, he takes this. What is for many the romantic acknowledgement of a whole generation. The humble and desperately sweet beginning of it everything we fans know and love nowadays. The most ambiguously romantic homosexual relationship in television, directly comparative to what is now arguably the most ambiguously romantic homosexual relationship in cinema. And lest we forget, Wade doesn't believe in a fourth wall - this is a conscious choice, both in canon and in the writer's room.
Oh it's so clever and so beautiful a girl could weep. Ryan just introduced the MCU to the gays, just as Kirk and Spock did all those years ago to the masses of the time.
And then there's what it means.
This is the Vulcan salute, created to mean either 'live long and prosper' or 'peace and long life' - it's used more or less interchangeably.
But part of that's irrelevant when you're as immortal as these two.
So we're left with the sentiments of prosperity and peace, given to a man who up to this point can't imagine ever prospering again, is the furthest thing away from being at peace. Wade gives Logan the opportunity to go on, to find the things he's been lacking for so long now - things he has already helped him find. Spock tells Kirk during The Wrath that 'the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,' and that's exactly what Wade's doing here - sacrificing himself for the greater good of his friends and his newly beloved, however much it will hurt them all.
And that's lovely, and poignant, and character-growing, and I think we all would have been content to leave it at that and have our noble sacrifice, however much we would have wept. Kirk goes on to find the remnants of Spock's soul in the next film in the series, to bring him essentially back from the dead because he felt it was more than his own soul's worth not to have done... which, again, ringing a bell anyone?
Because Logan, in not so many words, tells dear Wade to fuck right off, and we get this.
What we've got here is a direct translation of one of cinema's gayest moments, made somehow infinitely more gay. A true achievement here - I genuinely think I spontaneously acquired tetanus in the cinema for a good minute, my jaw dropped so hard on seeing this. The pillars are the same colour as Kirk and Spock's original uniforms, for fuck's sake. I'm dying out here.
What we've done here is create narrative equality. The whole film's kinda done that leading up to this anyway - they're both mentally fucked up men who can't die, who are constantly dying anyway, who are evenly-matched in battle and both enjoy Honda fucking, who have forged a real love even as they piss each other off at every turn.
But here, they place one another in narrative equality for the first time. It's not about a sacrifice, not now, even though they're assuming it is one - it's about what should be done. It's about righting wrongs, being heroes, being together because every option other than that is unacceptable, because neither understands quite how to lose anyone else. They've both made the same choice, and that's not to let the other die alone.
It's about holding hands and loving and never letting go, even if it kills them.
... It's just about the most romantic and gorgeous thing I've ever fucking seen.
There are no more instances of masks, once they're done in this station. They don't need them any longer; they will never need them again.
And that's only emphasised by the parting shot we get of this... almost directly after Vanessa and Wade share a final sweet look.
I don't know, man. It's almost like the true conclusion is hidden behind the acceptable masquerade. Imagine that in the MCU, folks.
They've taken one of the most intimate and sweet moments in screen history, and made even more glorious.
They did The Wrath of Khan better than The Wrath of Khan did it.
And that's... that's gay. That's just about the gayest thing they could ever have done, and I adore it to the smallest pieces.
So remember, the next time your friends disbelieve you... show 'em this. Show them that they redid the very beginnings of slash fandom, and did it better.
(And then you can add on that they now live in a one-bed with their grandma, daughter and dog, and will do for the rest of their lives. Kirk and Spock didn't even get THAT shit.)
Thinking about Wade's life and his mental health issues a lot, and I just thought about this. Not only being abused, but his entire brain being made out of cancer, and the fact that oxygen was physically taken from his brain over the course of 2+ days multiple times?
We see him coloring a lot and claim multiple times that he doesn't/ can't read (this is probably a bit, I guarantee he can read), but it had me thinking what if some days were more childish then others as part of his coping mechanisms?
At first, Logans was really confused about why Althea puts up with it until he realizes that it's extremely good for him to just... be taken care of? Praised and given affection for the bare minimum? He thinks it's weird. This wasn't the same man he was fighting with yesterday.
Coming into the living room, he sees Wade sprawled out with crayons and markers all around him with multiple pictures already coloured, his notebook having pages ripped out of it as he kicks his feet and hums.
On the tv, there are cartoons playing. Once in a while, he'll look up at the tv and then go back to coloring. "What are you doing??"
"Hi wolvie. 'm colouring."
"He's behaving, so don't ruin it." Al says. There's pictures by her, and she is holding a box of cereal.
"O..kay??" Sitting down, he's almost too curious to just walk away, picking up puppins so she doesn't ruin his drawings, petting her confusedly.
Sometimes, Al will hold out some cereal in her hand. "Wade." And he will see him shimmy over and take the cereal. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, baby."
As hes scooting back to his color spot he stops and watches the tv for a bit longer then usual.
"...What.. the fuck." Logan says to her and she gives him a brow raise. "What?"
"What is he doing?"
"He's coloring. And I thought I was the blind one."
"No no I mean.. those aren't murder plans. That's puppins."
"Yes? And?"
"And.. what did you do to him?"
"Treated him like a human being. Give it a try once inawhile." She says, and he comes back with more pictures, climbing in between them with no regard for space as he leans into her.
"Oh thank you. What is it?"
"It's you."
"Oh? How sweet. Do I look good?"
"Mhm!"
"Im glad. How about you show our friend here your amazing pictures. And he better be nice!"
So wade turns and now is leaning on logan as he points to a different picture. One of Logan with Puppins on a leash with a sun in the corner and crappy grass, a hearts all over the place.
At first he wants to tell him to get off of him, but seeing the pictures and how excited his eyes were to show him, it hits him and he understands.
".. uhm.. thank you?" But he puts it back in his hand. "Oh- you want me to keep it?"
Wade nods and starts cleaning up his crayons.
Logan turns to whisper to Al "How long does this go on?"
"About 2 hours or so."
"Why?"
"God only knows, but it helps with his nightmares."
"Colouring helps with his nightmares??"
"Its more then that. Hey sweetheart? Why don't you bring your ponys out."
"Theyre horses."
"Oh im sorry, my mistake. I think logan here wants to play horses."
Logan gives her a look like excuse me? When did I sign up for that? "No.. uhm.. I think im good."
Wade gets this look of sad innocence but goes to get them anyway, beginning to play by himself, brushing them and making them talk to each other quietly. As if he speaks any louder, he would get hit.
Logan groans and is like "Gimme a fucking horse.."
From then on, Logan is quick to understand what's happening and is much nicer to him, starts giving him snacks, buying him actual coloring books, and has pinned his drawings to the fridge each time he's gifted one. His horses name is Buttercup, by the way.
Maybe I've posted it before, maybe I haven't, but it deserves to be rotated around Tumblr again.
I have been seeing so many behind the scenes photos since the movie dropped and this has to be hands down my favorite.
It's quite common to see Hugh laughing at something Ryan said/did (and he still looks very cute doing so) but to see Ryan laughing perhaps the hardest I've ever seen him do so? Caught on camera? Perhaps even at something Hugh said/did? While in their character costumes? Standing on the very real TVA set?
This is the cutest photo of them ever. ❤️💛
Vanessa: this is my boyfriend Wade
Vanessa: and this is Wade’s boyfriend Logan
Vanessa: and this is Logan’s boyfriend Scott
Vanessa: and this is Scott’s wife Jean
brain: going to sleep?
me: yeah… yknow it’s kinda funny that they built up this narrative that logan wears the suit to remember his friends and fellow x-men that got killed only for the top half to explode during the ending lol
brain: but what if it’s symbolic of logan finally forgiving himself for his past and being able to move on and find another purpose with wade and his timeline (especially since while seeing his life flash before his eyes it’s only scenes where he’s with wade) while still being able to remember his fallen friends as he still has the bottom half of the suit?
me:
Saw this on the road today and damn near laughed myself sick.
Made this in 30 minutes while playing dnd.
I've been informed that the screenplay for Deadpool 4 (aka Deadpool and Wolverine Part 2 Electric Boogaloo) is going to keep their dynamic exactly the same (minus the initial animosity), and right at the end of the movie Wolverine is going to casually mention that they're married. Got married about a year after they met. For the tax benefits, obviously. Deadpool, while winking at the camera, will add "among other reasons", and then the movie will immediately cut into credits.
He definitely get off on the pain
a pain slut if i've ever seen one
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a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town
academy
adventurer's guild
alchemist
apiary
apothecary
aquarium
armory
art gallery
bakery
bank
barber
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bathhouse
blacksmith
boathouse
book store
bookbinder
botanical garden
brothel
butcher
carpenter
cartographer
casino
castle
cobbler
coffee shop
council chamber
court house
crypt for the noble family
dentist
distillery
docks
dovecot
dyer
embassy
farmer's market
fighting pit
fishmonger
fortune teller
gallows
gatehouse
general store
graveyard
greenhouses
guard post
guildhall
gymnasium
haberdashery
haunted house
hedge maze
herbalist
hospice
hospital
house for sale
inn
jail
jeweller
kindergarten
leatherworker
library
locksmith
mail courier
manor house
market
mayor's house
monastery
morgue
museum
music shop
observatory
orchard
orphanage
outhouse
paper maker
pawnshop
pet shop
potion shop
potter
printmaker
quest board
residence
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sawmill
school
scribe
sewer entrance
sheriff's office
shrine
silversmith
spa
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spice merchant
sports stadium
stables
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tailor
tannery
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tax collector
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temple
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tinker's workshop
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well
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hey did you know that all of these men are beautiful
btw if i see any body negativity in the notes, you're not funny or cool, and you can get the hell off of my blog
Dont know if you were joking about needing catboy references a couple of weeks back but here ya go
Theres one for sheep too if you need that
the sacred texts.... thank you for bestowing it upon me
OMG
Ides of March
There were signs.
First. Millicent died. Hux was clueless and desperate. In one hour she was playing on the table and the next one she was dying in his arms.
Bad omen. Kylo said, Hux didn't believe.
Second. Kylo begged him not to go. Begged him whole day. But Hux does not believe in force nonsenses. His life is not directed by any invisible force.
So he went.
Third. There was an old lady in the crowd. She was somehow familiar. Smelled like sea. Looked too old to be alive. She grabbed his hand with crushing force. "Beware Armitage." She said before his security dragged her from him.
Beware.
Fourth. He never feels unsure. And yet today he hesitated before the threshold of the Senate. Couldn't bring himself to make another move. Mitaka looked at him and smiled. "Emperor." He gestured the entrance letting him go ahead. Hux shook off the strange feeling and took a step.
Then the time froze. And the first blow came.
There were signs. But he missed all of them.
honestly, you might be on to something
plus I can talk about what I'm reading in front of my mother
once we stopped using the words lemon and lime to indicate how sexually explicit a fanwork is, that’s when we as a society started to collapse
So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.
AI art bros are big mad about it.
mayhaps do you know or remember anything about how to find that 'Clark as a nanny/au pair for the Waynes' au? It sounds fantastic 🩷
thirteen by CapnWinghead!
this is the one! it's cute batfam stuff :)
The Billionaire and the Babysitter by victorian_sexstache
this is a different one. it's a little spicier :D
Thanks for reminding me of this Bad/Morally Grey Clark Kent story. Where Clark feeds Bruce something that puts him in a deadly coma for a week. Bruce survives and has nightmares for a bit because Clark fed him mermaid flesh. Eating mermaid flesh makes you immortal if you survive the process. I've been searching for that story for two years!
I can see Diana in collaboration with Clark getting something from Olympus or snatching some magical food from different pantheons to secretly give Bruce to make him some form of immortal.
If you find it, let me know! I’d love to read it. Morally grey Clark is one of my favorite tropes to read.
I love this!
I'm sure you didn't mean it that way, but the Bruce being there for Lois' when she's giving birth (and Clark too) gives me such OT3 vibes. I am obsessed tbh. If Bruce is already being in a relationship with them and putting aside his fear and excitement to be there for Lois, and then when he holds the baby, a baby he'll get to help raise and grows? He totally cries.
Or maybe they get together after Jon is born, because Lois and Clark are staying with him at the manor so they can help out with the baby, with plenty of room for Martha too since she's too old to sleep on Clark's shitty pullout sofa bed. Bruce has been Clark's best friend for years, but suddenly he becomes Lois' best friend too. And when they leave the manor, and return home, Lois and Clark find themselves missing Bruce. His presence, his dry sense of humor (and his ability to soothe any baby- Lois swears it's his superpower, Clark says it's because Bruce has such a similar vocabulary, with all his grunts and huffs, babies assume he's one of them), his unwavering companionship.
So one night, over glass of wine for Lois and a sparking grape juice for Clark, they confess to missing Bruce. To wanting more, even as they promise they won't/didn't betray other... only they both realize they want the same thing.
Sorry, I just think this would be so sweet and perfect. I just love SuperBatLane ♡♡♡
I’m starting to think that maybe there’s something in the male Wayne bloodline that makes them such rabid polycule bait. Like their particular brand of crazy can only be handled by multiple people (Martha and Alfred for Thomas, Lois and Clark for Bruce, etc etc)
this may have just made me buy the current 3 volumes...
: )
not that validation from canon even matters but if dc were to ever make superbat canon how do you think they would do it or what would make the most sense?
oh wow I have no idea. Honestly it would probably look the way Mark Waid currently writes them in Worlds Finest, just with the occasional date night in the cave and/or the occasional kiss on a rooftop.
Current mood:
Losing my marbles over SuperBat fanfics
Big big fan of the League not knowing each others identities and in their daily lives Bruce Wayne does fuck Clark Kent because he's actually a really hot reporter and Brucie is a simple man but weird things happen over the course of this that by the end Bruce is like... I definitely just fucked Super Man didnt I
you’re doing important work with your recs and i admire you greatly 🫡 i will ask tho if you have any good superbat recs that feature pining (can be mutual or not), angst, enemies to friends to lovers, past relationships, or slow burn?
Let's see what I can dig up for you anon :)
slow dancing in the dark by scarletazure - for your pining request, this was the first fic that came to mind for me. Also a bit a of a slow burn too! Bruce and Clark get temporary amnesia, bone, get their memories back, and then deal with FEELINGS. I remember reading an update to this fic after a 11+ hour car drive home. It was a balm to my SOUL.
Rumor Has It by rotasha - Friends to lovers and pining! Bruce comes out as bi and Clark has to deal with this, especially since he's been pining for Bruce for a while
how to perform an exorcism (five easy steps!) by soetry - Clark confesses his love to Bruce. This obviously means that Clark is possessed.
find someone who will stand between your legs by amosanguis - Pining and a bit of slow burn. Also idiots in love, which I consider a subsect of friends to lovers. Ten incidents where Clark had to stand in between Bruce's legs
over this threshold by orphean - Bruce and Clark get married for tax reasons. Shenanigans ensue :)
The Odyssey of Bryce Wayne series by Tatsumaki_sama - This has a bit of everything, pining, friends to lovers, past relationships, getting back together, slow (ish) burn. With the added bonus of a gender bent Bruce!
push the sky away by bleakmidwinter - Pining and a bit of slow burn, friends to lovers. Batman and Superman come to an agreement to cuddle a certain times to get over some touch starvation :) :) :)
Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang by ShowMeAHero - Pining, slow burn, and not quite enemies to lovers, but more of a grumpy black cat learns to befriend a cheerful golden retriever. No capes AU, Bruce and Clark are university professors.
The Xenomorality Hypothesis, Revisited by MaskoftheRay - Enemies to lovers, a bit of a slow burn too. A canon divergency of Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.
Love, Conquering by MaskoftheRay - A Krypton survives AU, but Krypton conquers Earth! Some enemies to friends to lovers and bit of a slow burn.
a song came after by susiecarter - The aftermath of Bruce being trapped in a machine where he had a relationship with Clark. So much pining! Especially on Bruce's end!
the cost of being a good dad by Mawiiish - Slow burn! With a side of identity porn and misunderstandings! Bruce's kids thinks he needs to start dating, so they set him up on a date with a hot reporter named Clark without his knowledge. Despite this, Bruce and Clark decide to give this dating thing a shot. Shenanigans (and feelings) ensue.
Happy reading!
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