#literally deadpool coded

[ghostbsuter]

"I'll pay you 10 times the amount you were given to take me out." Bruce Wayne is, very out of character, super serious and looking at him so intense.

Danny isn't paid enough to figure out why the supposed himbo isn't acting like it.

"You know what? Yeah. Deal." He fishes his phone out, accepting the money transfer and calls his boss for the day.

"Heyyy big guy– yeah‐ I know... anyway! I'm not killing Bruce Wayne, you should find someone different to do it— bye!" And he hangs up, cutting the shouting with a grin.

"If you ever, and I mean, ever need someone out of the way, call me."

He happily hands his contact information to the billionaire and swoops out of the window.

He is rich! So mega rich!

("Did you just buy the mercenary?"

"He's a kid! I panicked!"

"At least you got a phone number??")

[moonyflesh]

dating Logan Howlett would include…

WARNINGS: smutty. p in v, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink, orgasm teasing/control, mentions of aggressive/risky sex, (language, obviously), etc. - [🔞]

CHARACTERS: James “Logan” Howlett (MARVEL/X-MEN/WOLVERINE)

🐾 .*.. 🩹

- possessive smacks on the ass when you pass him in the hall.

- all talk, but no bite (he would never actually hurt you).

- routine scalp massages (on both ends), usually ending in you both being passed out on the other’s bed.

- having to label what food is yours, or he will eat it.

- constantly scolding him for his chapped lips…where he continuously looses the chapsticks you graciously lend him (he always buys you more).

- playful banter that usually ends with you bent over whatever flat surface is nearby.

- having to get used to loud chewing. i mean, it’s Logan. what do you expect?

- not much physical show of affection in public- that’s reserved for behind closed doors. (an occasional press of his lips to your forehead, or his hand on the small of your back is as far as he’s willing to put on display for the student’s prying eyes).

- thriving off of each other’s warmth at night- tangled up in each other under some thin duvet.

- country, bluegrass, and old as fuck music. don’t you dare even think about turning on “that shitty music you like so much” around him.

- being turned on by your makeup on him in some way— lipstick prints smeared along the collar of his white t-shirt- your mascara running down your face and smearing onto his fingers when he wipes it off.

- (^) just you making an absolute mess on him in general. he fucking loves it.

- needing to take sharp intakes of breath in between his kisses, since he physically can hold his breath for much longer than the “average mutant”.

- rough, meaningful sex. there is no such thing as a ‘quickie’ in his book. he wants to savor your moments of vulnerability.

- more teeth than tongue. he wants to feel how you squirm under him when his canines sink into your lips, shoulders, and inner thighs.

- (^) lovebites and hickeys. you’re not allowed to leave the house unless there’s something that’s marking you as taken. as his.

- wearing his clothes when he’s gone for long periods of time.

- long motorcycle rides, usually at night. (he makes you wear a helmet and plenty of protective leather, much to his enjoyment).

- soaking in your scent. he always knows when your needy. he can smell it on you.

- oh, and he smells like cedar wood and pine. Maybe a bit of cigar smoke- his natural sweat smell he can’t seem to get rid of? Something Iike that.

- (^) him going absolutely feral when he can smell himself on you- his cologne, cigars- just his general aura on you is such a massive turn on for him.

- lots of loving nips and kisses, though. constantly has his lips pressed against the nape of your neck or crown of your skull.

- sleeps with you in his arms. no way in hell you’re allowed to wake up before him.

- face sitting. he wants every pound of you on his mouth and nose, his arms wrapped up and around your thighs, pushing your cunt into his tongue.

- wanting to feel good too. no matter how hard he’s been going down on you, he wants release, too.

- praise. lots of shrewd language and name-calling.

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“fuck, that’s my good fucking girl- you’re doing so good, sweetheart- so pretty all sweaty and wet cuzzah’ me, huh?”

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- face fucking. he’ll stop no matter how close he is to his peak if you need him to, but he wants it so far down your throat. and you better swallow every last drop.

- breeding kink? idk i just feel like he’s super into seeing you carry his kid (only when you’re ready, though. he of all people knows what a big deal pregnancy is).

- decent aftercare. he at least puts some amount of effort into it; probably brings you a glass of lukewarm water, a damp towel from his bathroom, maybe one of his t-shirts if he thinks of it.

- expect to wait a while for him to say “i love you” back. he’s been hurt. too many times. he loves you, he breathes you, he craves you. he just doesn’t know if he’s ready to actually admit that to himself yet, let alone to you.

[bangchansrose]

poolverine cherik sambucky may never be truly canon but at least we get the increasingly homoerotic bromance dynamic so that's something i guess

[foxholecore]

The Raven King // The Sunshine Court

I love the eventual switch to Kevin having no choice but to acknowledge that no one is able to tame Neil.

[kittaykattz]

people comparing logan to a cat is really funny bc a wolverine is in no way a cat

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Just thinking about Roy Harper meeting Kate Bishop in THEEEE stupidest ways possible like

Roy has successfully picked the lock on Jason's main safehouse but didn't have to bust through a deadbolt or chain, which is suspicious.

Also suspicious is the woman aiming a gun at his head.

"Who the fuck is stupid enough to break into the Red Hood's apartment?" She snaps at him.

"I could ask you the same thing!"

"I didn't break in, genius, I live here."

"You're not the Red Hood."

"No, I'm dating the Red Hood."

Stupidest lie ever, Roy thinks. "Joke's on you because Red Hood doesn't have a girlfriend, and if he did, he'd tell his best friend!"

"Well joke's on you because Red Hood doesn't have a best friend!"

They stare at each other. Roy feels like the silence is uncomfortable.

"That was kind of mean, wasn't it?" The woman asks, much quieter than before.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Roy admits. The woman has kept the gun aimed at him the entire time. He's almost impressed.

"Wait," her forehead wrinkles. "Arsenal?"

"Yeah, how did you--wait. Not Hawkeye?"

"Oh my god! Yeah! That's me!" She's gone from threatening to Ray of Sunshine in less than half a second, bouncing over and squeezing Roy into a hug. "It's so good to meet you!"

A few minutes later, Roy has a glass of water and is watching Hawkeye tape the gun back under the table. "I thought you didn't use guns?"

She heaves a massive sigh. "I don't like guns. Doesn't mean I don't use them."

"Ah."

The front door shatters and Hawkeye heaves another sigh just as the Red Hood rounds the corner, gun up. Roy stays leaning against the wall. "Hey, Jay."

"Roy? What are--" his head whips between looking at Roy and at the table Hawkeye is crawling out from under, roll of duct tape around her wrist like some tacky bracelet. "Kate--?"

"Oh, hey babe," Hawkeye says, apparently very unbothered by the Red Hood with a gun pointed in her general direction--Roy knows Jason and he knows he's not actually aiming it at her, seems she knows this too. "You didn't tell me Arsenal was coming into town."

"Because I didn't know--" Jason is cut off by Hawkeye using his shoulder to balance as she presses up to her toes and plants a kiss on the cheek of his helmet.

"I'll let you boys catch up," she says, breezing towards the bedroom. "Jason, I'm taking your patrol tonight."

"No, you're not," he protests, which is cute. Roy can already tell he's lost the argument.

"Yes, I am," she counters, turning so she can face them as she walks away. "I'm not fixing that door. You guys can do it while you have a bro-date. Or a real date, or whatever. I don't know your life."

"Kate," Jason says, a tinge of desperation in his voice that is the only reason Roy isn't laughing his ass off right now. "You live with me."

"Oh, yeah," her voice drifts from the room she disappeared into. "I do, don't I? I like that. Hm." She says it like she actually forgot for a moment it was true.

"I see," Roy says conversationally. "So she's insane."

Jason finally flips the release on his helmet, setting it down on the kitchen table with a sigh. "Just don't mention any of your trick arrow prototypes or--"

"Trick arrows?" Hawkeye practically falls out of the room, about, from what Roy can tell, halfway in uniform. "Oh my god, yes! Finally someone who will appreciate this! Arsenal," she says, locking eyes with him. "Boomerang. Arrow."

"Why would--" it takes Roy half a second to actually process what she's said. "Oh, shit! Yeah. Yeah, that's a genius idea! Jay, we're going to need to switch safehouses, we need a workshop."

Jason sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, acting like he's so put upon, which he undermines when he says, "the apartment under this one is already set up."

[sparrowindisguise]

Problem- pop goes punk cover IS LITERALLY DEATHCLAWS CODED change my mind

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #26

Danny didn’t really think it through. In his defense, there weren’t a lot of guidebooks titled “How to Deal with the Psychotic Future Version of Yourself You Accidentally Redeemed But Are Still Terrified Of.” Jazz suggested therapy. Sam suggested containment. Tucker suggested launching him into deep space. Danny, brilliant and seventeen and sleep-deprived after three days of babysitting a now mostly-reformed Dan Phantom, decided, “Screw it,” ripped open a portal to another dimension, and told him to “go make friends.” Dan grinned, sharp-toothed and wicked, and without hesitation dove through the swirling green and blue mass of unstable ectoplasmic energy.

Thus began the Marvel Universe’s greatest headache.

The first incident happened barely four hours after Dan’s arrival. New York woke up to a brand new urban legend: a demon with burning blue eyes and silver-streaked black hair beating the living shit out of Shocker in the middle of Times Square. People recorded it, of course. Viral videos showed Shocker screaming, running, trying desperately to aim his gauntlets while Dan literally phased through every attack like he was swatting a mosquito. Somewhere in the footage, Dan shouted, “C’MON, MAN! HIT HARDER, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF!” before drop-kicking Shocker into a halal cart.

The Avengers noticed. Specifically, Spider-Man noticed, because Peter Parker had never been so personally offended by something in his life.

“He’s stealing my bit,” Peter whined to MJ later, scrolling through TikTok and watching the mysterious “Blue Devil” bodyslam the Rhino into a GAP storefront. “That’s MY thing. Wisecracking and beating up guys in animal costumes.”

MJ, deadpan as ever, didn’t even look up from her book. “Maybe if you hit the gym once in a while, you could still compete.”

Elsewhere, S.H.I.E.L.D. was losing their collective shit.

Nick Fury reviewed the footage with the grim severity of a man preparing for war. “I want every available agent tailing him. Find out what he is, what he wants, and for God’s sake, do not engage.”

Unfortunately, Dan had other plans. He wanted engagement. Constant, chaotic, no-holds-barred engagement.

When the X-Men tried to approach him peacefully—because, to be fair, a floating, smirking, six-foot-seven superpowered anomaly screamed “mutant”—Dan responded by challenging Wolverine to a fistfight in the middle of Central Park.

“You smell angry,” Dan said, cracking his knuckles and grinning wide. “I like that. C’mon, Knives. Show me what those claws can do.”

Wolverine, never one to back down from a challenge, growled and immediately lunged. It took six X-Men to pull them apart. Logan was half in love and half homicidal.

Jean Grey, massaging her temples afterward, sighed, “He’s not a mutant. He’s something else. Something… worse.”

Meanwhile, Dan wasn’t picky about his opponents. Hero? Villain? Civilian? If you looked at him wrong, he was ready to throw hands. He got into a screaming match with Daredevil over a parking spot. He suplexed Deadpool into a dumpster for calling him “Discount Nightcrawler.” He made Venom cry after a fifteen-minute insult match that Eddie Brock would never fully recover from.

The Fantastic Four tried to reason with him.

“We can help you,” Reed Richards said, voice patient like he was talking to a rabid cat. “We have resources—”

Dan blew up the top three floors of the Baxter Building and left a sticky note on the ruins that said, “UR WELCOME - D.”

The thing was, Dan wasn’t evil anymore. Not really. He wasn’t trying to take over the world. He wasn’t murdering anyone. He just had a lifetime’s worth of rage, grief, and unresolved abandonment issues—and no idea what to do with them except get into constant, escalating, deeply unnecessary fights.

It got to a point where the heroes started treating Dan like a natural disaster.

“Code Blue,” a harried S.H.I.E.L.D. agent barked over comms one afternoon. “I repeat, Code Blue! The entity is currently body-slamming Juggernaut through Grand Central!”

Cap sighed, already pulling on his shield. “Alright, team. Let’s move out.”

Black Widow holstered her guns. “At least it’s not another alien invasion.”

Thor, cheerful as ever, grinned. “I relish a good battle!”

Hawkeye muttered, “You relish being concussed.”

Dan, for his part, loved the attention. He loved the chaos. He loved the feeling of letting loose in a world that could actually handle him, where nobody flinched when he punched through a concrete wall or melted a tank with a blast of pure ectoplasmic fire.

He was happy, in his deeply deranged, borderline-psychotic way.

That didn’t mean he was easy to deal with.

After Dan singlehandedly wrecked a Hydra base (“I was bored, okay?” he said when the Avengers confronted him), Tony Stark decided to try a different tactic.

“Look, Big and Blue,” Tony said, lounging on the ruined remains of what was once a cutting-edge jet. “Ever think about channeling that rage into something… productive? Like, say, joining the Avengers?”

Dan blinked, actually considering it for a full five seconds.

Then he laughed so hard he almost dropped a car on Tony’s head.

“Me? Work with you guys? Under orders? Are you high, Tin Man?”

Steve Rogers, exhausted and already developing a migraine, tried. “You could do a lot of good—”

“I am doing good,” Dan said brightly. “I’m keeping you on your toes. No need to thank me.”

“You broke Clint’s arm last week,” Natasha reminded him.

“He’ll live.”

“He was trying to give you a granola bar.”

Dan shrugged, utterly unbothered. “He looked suspicious.”

The closest thing Dan had to a friend was Deadpool. Not because they got along—they didn’t, not even a little—but because Deadpool was the only one insane enough to keep up.

They had a rivalry. A bloody, chaotic, absolutely incomprehensible rivalry that involved prank wars, bar fights, and one extremely regrettable karaoke contest that left three bars in ruins and a citywide ban on musical gatherings involving either party.

“I hate you,” Dan snarled once, pinning Deadpool to a wall after a four-hour chase across Manhattan.

“I hate you more!” Wade screeched back, thrilled beyond belief.

“Great! Friends forever!” Wade cackled.

Dan screamed into the void.

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton was back in his own dimension, blissfully unaware, telling Jazz, “See? Everything’s fine.”

Jazz, reading a news article titled “Unknown Supernatural Entity Causes $3 Billion in Property Damage, Punches Doctor Doom in the Face” quietly considered strangling him.

Eventually, the heroes adapted. Dan was like bad weather. You prepared for him. You kept an eye out for ominous blue clouds and spontaneous outbreaks of screaming. Sometimes he helped. Sometimes he made things worse. Mostly, he made things interesting.

There were even betting pools.

“Fifty bucks says he crashes this gala,” Sam Wilson said, tightening his bowtie before a high-profile Avengers event.

“Hundred says he wears a suit to crash it,” Bucky Barnes added, deadpan.

“Two hundred he punches Tony before dessert,” Carol Danvers said, sipping champagne.

Dan did crash the gala. In a tuxedo.

He punched Tony before the entrees even made it out.

By then, nobody was even surprised.

The turning point came when Galactus tried to devour Earth (again). The heroes mobilized. Big stakes. High drama. Apocalyptic dread.

Dan showed up in the middle of the chaos, lazily floating beside Captain Marvel.

“Hey,” he said, tilting his head at the giant cosmic entity looming in the sky. “I’m gonna punch that.”

Carol, blinking, said, “You can’t just punch Galactus.”

Dan, already cracking his knuckles, grinned. “Watch me.”

And then he did.

Nobody knew how. It defied physics, logic, and every law of reality. But somehow, Dan punched Galactus so hard the giant stumbled, clutched his jaw, and left.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Deadpool clapped. “THAT’S MY BEST ENEMY!”

Thor dropped his hammer.

Tony sat down on the ground and decided to reconsider all his life choices.

Steve very seriously said, “We are never letting him leave.”

Thus, against all odds, Dan Phantom—the violent, chaotic, semi-redeemed ghost of a now-erased dystopian future—became an honorary Avenger much to his own dismay.

He didn’t exactly follow rules. He certainly didn’t behave. But when Thanos invaded three months later and Dan showed up by suplexing a Leviathan out of the sky and riding it into battle like a demented cowboy, nobody complained.

Well. Except the Leviathan.

In the end, Danny was right.

Everything was fine.

If your definition of “fine” included a psychotic ghost terrorizing both heroes and villains equally, destabilizing multiple governments, and becoming a beloved menace.

But hey. Could be worse.

At least he wasn’t totally evil anymore.

[twilightkitkat]

WHAT THE FUCK YALL WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THE OFFICIAL FUNKO POP AD FOR DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE WAS THIS GAY???

THEY LITERALLY MEET ON TINDER AND GO ON DATES TOGETHER?? THEY DO THE ONE STRAND OF SPAGHETTI THING?? AND THEN HOLD HANDS GOING INTO THE MOVIE THEATER?? IM NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING.

Bro even the merchandise brands are capitalizing on their homoerotic relationship because they know their audience. Keep in mind the fact that Marvel had to agree to this ad and thought it was a good representation. This is proof that their dynamic was intentionally gay-coded, this is literally as gay as can get without having a kiss scene (which they almost do??).

[mintaikkcorpse]

No, but Deadpool's crush on Spidey is so cute!

Bro out here wanting to be a better person bcuz of Spidey. He really out here stopping Spidey from killing a Itsy Bitsy, despite being a murder himself, bcuz he didn't want Spidey to break his moral code. He canonically gushes about Spidey to his daughter and got all embarrassed when she repeated what he said back to Spidey. He goes out of his way to impress Spidey. He trusts Spidey a lot. He got embarrassed when Spidey saw that he was in Deadpool's free-pass list. He causes problems on purpose to get Spidey's attention. He likes to hold his hand because "it helps him focus." He couldnt focus on wjat Spidey was telling him because Spidey said, "I need you." He likes listening to his voice bcuz he thinks it's calming. He likes to hug Spiderman a lot. He's literally KILLED himself for Peter to save him.

(Love this photo. Bro is down BAD)

I just needed to gush. Deadpool's thing is that he's supposed to be gender blind, but then the comics don't commit to that bcuz they only take his relationship with women seriously, and then treating his attraction to men as a joke bcuz the cishet men reading and writing this cant possibly fathom queerness not being a joke. I love this series bcuz Deadpool's crush on Spidey actually means something, and even if they don't end up together (they are heartmates though and Spiderman is somewhat implied to have at least some feelings for him (read first panels in the reblog)), it's still so nice to see

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N a teenage Deadpool, and Laura walk back into the base…

Logan: where were you two?

Laura: out

Deadpool: in the garage?

Y/N: y-yeah. We were fighting in the car

Deadpool: (laughs) is that code for fuc—

Laura: no! We were literally fighting!

Logan runs and checks the damage…

Logan: the Honda! Why?!

Deadpool: (laughs) you two were totally hate fu—ing!

The two teenagers walk away…

Laura: I won that fight!

Y/N: no. you kissed me so you cheated

[dylweedwastaken]

Things that would be called woke if they were made today

• Monsters Inc.: The main characters harbor an illegal alien in order to make things right and end up fighting a corporation that uses unethical methods to profit.

Can be seen as an anti-capitalist messege

"I'll kidnap a thousand children before I let this company die!"- Mr. Waternoose

• Toy Story: An alegory for a father (who is designed after a hypermasculine archetype) who learns to overcome his insecurities and get along with and befriend his son's stepdad for the betterment of their son.

Could be seen as anti-masculinity and anti-traditional family

• Loony Tunes: Features characters who often cross-dress confidently. Features two hypermasculine archetypes (a cowboy and a hunter) who are presented as incompetent and hot-headed. In "The Loony Tunes Show" Bugs and daffy live together, casually cross-dress and have a "bickering married couple" dynamic.

• Lilo and Stitch: Features no real villain. Most characters are people of color. The two alien bounty hunters have a "bickering elderly couple" dynamic that could be taken as a confirmation or romance. The main goal of the movie has a child fight for an unconventional family that includes mentioned gay couple.

• A Bug's Life: Movie is about a dreamer who's society works in order to enrich a smaller society of powerful people. He refuses to comply to the whims of the powerful people, beleiving that the workers are entitles to the fruits of their labor, so he seeks out other outcast-dreamers to help with the violent revolution. The main antagonist literally spells out why class consciousness is dangerous for the 1%.

"You let one ant stand up to us and they all might stand up. Those puny little ants outnumber us a hundred to one, and if they ever figure that out there goes our way of life! It's not about food! It's about keeping those ants in line." Hopper

• Frozen: One of the main characters is a powerful, independant, woman who breaks the shackles of tradition in order to be her authentic self. She also plays god by creating life out of snow. The movie subverts the "true love can break the curse" trope from romantic love to familial love.

• Princess and the Frog: features predominantly people of color with the few white people in the movie being stupid, incompetent, and/or antagonistic. Main character is a struggling entrepreneur who struggles due largely to racism.

• Scooby Doo: Most villains are people who are seeking to get money, power, or property, via unethical means. Features one character that is "stoner-coded", one who is a strong independent woman, and another that is often portrayed as a lesbian/bisexual.

• Sonic the Hedgehog: a game about an animal fighting an industrialist that destroys nature and abuses animals for his own gain.

• Brave: Main character is a "strong independent woman" who doesnt need a man. (I DONT REMEMBER BRAVE VERY WELL)

• Batman: Bruce Wayne becomes Batman due to the failures of the police and justice system, choosing for fight his city, no matter the personal cost. Has a diverse built family rather than a traditional family.

• Superman: Was often nicknamed the champion of the opressed. Arch nemesis is a billionaire that is hungry for power. Is a literal illegal alien. Fights most problems with kindness.

• Wonder Woman: was literally created to get boys used to the idea of powerful women.

• Captain America: His main goal is to beat up/kill nazis. Stands for the ideas of liberty and freedom in their purest forms.

• Deadpool: Severely mentally ill man does morally ambiguous acts. Doesnt fit in cleanly with good and evil. Canonically Pansexual.

• The X-men: A minority group that needs to fight for their rights against an opressive government and society.

• Robin Hood: A man who selflessly steals from wealthy money-hoarders and divides it amongst the poor.

• Public libraries, roads, EMT's, Fire Fighters, bridges, sidewalks, parks, lamp posts, cell towers, water towers, telephone poles/lines, national parks and monuments and schools: "wHy sHoUlD My tAxEs pAy fOr sOmEoNe eLsEs sErViCeS??? CoNtRiBuTiNg tO SoCiEtY Is cOmMuNiSm!!!"

• The board game Monopoly: Was created as a critique of capitalism, which is why it's so frustrating and difficult.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I've had it with the assumption Duke Thomas is just a DC version of Miles Morales.Y'all literally only think that because they're both black and you may call it 'representation' but it's tokenization by stripping them of their depth(and their designs.....they don't look similar and once again you're being antiblack by saying they do).Here's how Duke and Miles aren't 'same character,different font':

Duke is too mean to be Miles(a compliment to Duke and not an insult to Miles)

Duke is a Meta and the son of a god named Gnonom and therefore a half human hybrid,Miles became a mutant while born as an ordinary human

Duke is only AA,Miles is AA and afrolatino

Duke's sun motif is based on his powers,Miles' sun motif is based solely on personality

Duke is actually like Hobie Brown:Dystopian black punk teen boy who lost his childhood but only let that make him an optimistic anarchist,professional insitigator and stay silly,is the leader of a mantlesharing team of other troubled kids of color and an absolute sweetheart despite the audacious attitude with absolute batshit street cred

And Miles is actually like Jason Todd and/or Tim Drake:Black and red-coded,secondmantle holder who went to a far off place when he was 15 to find himself at the manipulation of an important woman in his life and had his life irreversably impacted by a Canon Event Death,went from a soft peppy nerdy boy to a self-isolating goth asshole mentored by a major figure from his dad's past to cope with his trauma and a precious teen genius who has to deal with typical teen problems even in his double life and talks so much trash and gets himself into so many situations it's a (boy) wonder he's still alive

And jic y'all get any ideas about what i'm about:Batcest isn't a part of Batlore,that was made up by white gays to make themselves look smart and i never watched Deadpool and Wolverine and i think nobody else should've either

[on1knee4marksmen]

A Different Type of Real

Worst! Wolverine x reader (this one's platonic)

Word count: (almost) 2k (yikes)

Description: Logan doesn't really know how to get used to his new life after the Void. And even if you hide it,neither do you.

(Reader is Laura's big sister in this one. I intended adoptive,but you could read into it as biological too c: )

Warnings: GET READY FOR FEELS!! Also like bittersweet themes revolving around the whole "from another timeline" thing; mentions of death

Tags: sfw; platonic relationships; angst with a happy ending; no use of Y/N (basically no dialogue too); girldad Logan (he adopts yet another kid along the way smh); kind of a comfort fic; Worst! Logan x reader; (also mentions of old man Logan cuz I'm attached to him)

A/N: This was supposed to be a set of hcs but I got carried away a bit teehee. I'm really not sure what to think of this,it sadly might be a bit boring to read😔 I'm still getting back into writing, so apologies for that.

(Also I cried while writing this so there's that)

English isn't a first language,so mb for mistakes

SPOILERS FOR BOTH LOGAN (2017) AND DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE BELOW THE CUT

It wasn't easy for the Worst (Best) Wolverine to adapt to all this. First, the whole Void shenanigan, then the possibility of Wade's whole timeline literally ceasing to exist.

..And now this. A life alongside the merc, his blind roommate, a smelly dog-

And you and Laura.

Laura grew on him quite quickly - she was a lot more like him than he initially thought, and in a good way, for once. But you? He was still working on that.

It was mainly because you were so.. caring.

At first, he'd quite literally jump at even a little brush of your shoulder against his arm just because even such a tiny bit of contact felt foreign. And then he'd deny it if you brought it up or asked why he was always on edge.

He was unsure how to react to a gentle touch such as yours, because punching? Fighting, rough shoves? Those he's used to. But a hug? A comforting squeeze of his hand, a pat on the back, a shoulder rub? Heck, even a smile was something he didn't get often. And all of a sudden he was feeling himself frowning, his body tensing up,solely because it's coded into his brain at this point that it can't be just that - there has to be an edge behind that kindness, something waiting to sting him when he least expects it.

...But that sting never came. Instead he was always left with a warmth in his chest that he wasn't really sure how to react to.

It's like when you try to pet a stray cat - the little fuzzball might secretly want to be coddled with gentle touches,but it's so not used to pets that it automatically does what it knows will protect it - it scratches.

It's like that with Logan at first. He pushes you away. Snarls or frowns your way at any attempt of yours to get close to him, physically or emotionally. But unlike Wade,you don't push. You just nod,maybe give a teeny tiny smile and you respect his personal space. And that's when he slowly begins to realise that he misses it all. Only when you stop does he start digging up his emotions and trying to make sense of them.

He's not a violent dog, why does he feel the need to bite?

Then one night,it all occurs to him - you're different than Wade. Hell, you're different than Laura, even if that's where the two of them found you - with her.

You're older than her, but shared the same fate with her, as Logan found out from Laura herself. From his clonedaughter's own words, you were there even before she found your Logan. You used to tell her stories about your time with the X-Men before the incident, used to throw in little remarks about the Logan you knew - the one that wasn't as grumpy, the one that you found smiling every now and then, the one that sassed everything that breathed. You'd tried so hard to make her laugh, tried so hard to raise her right, even after you both were forced to bury your own father in the middle of nowhere in North Dakota.

And even as the TVA sent you to the Void, of all places, you did your best to keep your hopes up. To at least make it seem like you had it all under control, like you really through everything was going to work out.

Like you didn't cry yourself to sleep most of the nights when you didn't just straight up pass out from exhaustion the moment you hit the makeshift mattress.

You weren't like Wade, no. Wade was all about recklessness, all about poking and prodding. It's not like he wasn't trying to cheer Logan up, but sometimes it really seemed like he was doing it only for his own amusement.

You were gentle. So damn gentle.

You had built your whole life upon understanding, helping, pleasing. Protecting.

You were this Logan's polar opposite, he himself had thought.

He could see the care in your eyes, could feel the underlying tone of fondness in your voice when you talked to him. He'd never seen you angry. And yet that was what most unsettled him.

Ever since that realisation came to him, he'd start noticing other things when you came around to his and Wade's place. How you'd try to hide the bags under your eyes with make-up, how you'd sigh heavily at any chance you had to plop down on a soft piece of furniture. How tired you'd look when you closed your eyes, even if it's just for seconds at a time before you put on the calm, comforting façade back on.

How every time you'd look at him or speak to him, every time you'd try to get close to him, your eyes would sparkle with something he couldn't quite name. Up until now.

Hope. Vulnerable, raw, innocent yearning. Not for anything else, but to see him happy. To catch a glimpse of a smile, to hear even a tiny bit of that warm and raspy chuckle you'd grown to know by heart. To see his gaze soften for once, to see his body relax, to see him let go of the tension always looming over him.

Even if you were an adult already, there was still a little girl inside you. And that little girl saw her old man in Logan.

And it fucking wrecked him.

All those thoughts awakened something that he didn't know he was still capable of - raw and overwhelming protectiveness. It pierced through him like an arrow, hit him like a freight train. It wasn't just Laura that saw him as her papa - it was you too.

The next time you came over, this time to help Al with some cooking for a hangout she was apparently going to go to tonight, he promised himself he'd try. For you.

And he did. Instead of sitting in his and Wade's room or on the couch, he instead decided to hang around on the kitchen table, using the beer bottle he was nursing as an excuse to do so. Whenever Al was beside you, he'd quietly sip at his drink and either look out the window or watch you two's interactions. A strange feeling of warmth in his chest.

When the old lady decided to leave you to finishing the meat loaf so she could go get dressed, however, he tried to strike up conversation with you. And he couldn't deny the feeling of accomplishment when you answered and kept the conversation going.

You yourself were surprised at the switch-up in Logan's behaviour, but it wasn't a bad surprise either. You found yourself smiling, as you got the meat loaf ready to put in the oven. Found yourself enjoying the exchange.

And as you allowed yourself to take in the atmosphere, - his presence in the room, his voice - for a moment, you felt like a kid back at the mansion.

All of a sudden, you were twelve again, chatting with your Logan in the institute's kitchen in the middle of the night, sipping on a glass of milk and laughing at the light-hearted teases he threw your way with a smirk.

At the same time,you were twenty-one, trying to make whatever dinner you could with the miserable amount of veggies and meat you could get with the money you guys had. Doing your best to make something tasty, something that would make the man once called the Wolverine feel at home when he came back from a long shift of driving, something Calliban would approve, something Charles wouldn't complain about eating..

You didn't know when you'd started crying. Didn't know when the feelings of grief, nostalgia and bittersweet reminiscence caught up to you, didn't know when silent sobs and warm tears started making your lower lip quiver and your hands shake.

But Logan did. He could practically smell the shift in your demeanor before he could even see your shoulders tense. Could feel the change in the aura around you before he heard the sobs you were choking back.

He didn't even think before he stood up, couldn't process what he was doing as he walked up to you. Acting on pure instincts, on a lull in his chest, he reached out before he could realize it. And in a matter of moments,his hands grasped your shoulders to turn you away from the counter and get you to face him. His arms slowly wrapped around you, pulled you into his chest, held you there with gentle firmness he didn't know he was capable of... And he just stayed there. Rested his chin on your head. Held you.

You were too stunned to say anything, too emotional to comprehend what was happening. The man before you, a shadow of the person you once called a father, a one to one copy of the figure in your memories, of the healthy, happy version of your dad, was right here and he was hugging you like you were his own, goddamn it.

How could you not hug back? It felt like he was here again, felt like he was alive. You almost forgot it wasn't your Logan, almost forgot that he was dead, that he wouldn't come back...

But it was Logan nonetheless. Not yours, but still Logan. And you couldn't help but try and lose yourself in the familiarity of those arms around you, the oh so bittersweet sound of the heart beating in his chest, of his breath fanning against your hair.

...And he let you.

You were breaking down even more now. When was the last time you felt safe enough to cry? The last time you allowed yourself to be the one being comforted, instead of the one comforting? You couldn't bare the answer, as you found yourself hugging him tighter, burying your face in his shirt...

You wanted to say it all. To explain, to thank, to apologise? You didn't know. But it all got lost somewhere deep within your heart, you couldn't make your voice work... So you just squeezed him,nuzzled your nose against the fabric of his shirt and cried harder. And when he squeezed back and let his hand run up and down your back, you knew he understood.

Logan wouldn't have known how to react, wouldn't have known how to comfort anyone else under these same circumstances. But it was you he was holding. And with you, it felt natural. Like he was made for the sole purpose of having you close, of being an anchor for you and Laura. Like the very thing he was missing all this time was what the version of him from this world had - a family.

And for the first time in his whole life, he let himself have it.

[chevelleneech]

An unnecessary, yet slightly serious post about Wade being horny.

Wade was so horny for men in Deadpool & Wolverine, that after a third watch, I do not see where anyone is getting the idea that he’s dude-bro coded.

The first movie, I could see it, and it’s mainly because his visible discomfort with being pegged put a sort of buffer over any and all gay jokes Wade makes. Not all queer men like being penetrated, and I would assume Wade doesn’t like it in the comics either, but due to his pansexuality being so thinly alluded to in the first one, I can see why the takeaway would be “He’s a funny yet gross guy who likes making sex jokes no matter what it implies about his own sexuality.”

However, in the sequel, it is shown Wade is attracted to Colossus like three times. He grabs his ass twice, Vanessa (in his subconscious) tells him not to fuck him, and he mimes “scissoring” to him — although in the an extended deleted scene, he also mimes “sword fighting”.

In this third movie though, Wade is kind of like, very much so horny for multiple men.

He assumes the TVA agents are male strippers and says he will be kissing them. He moans, groans, and ogles Cavillerine before calling him, “the full package”. He then damn near creams himself over who he assumes to be Steve Rogers, and physically wraps his arms around him unprovoked. Another near-orgasmic moment for him was when Logan tells him to shut the fuck up. After that, he repeatedly calls Gambit attractive, and lastly, Wade is literally in the process of dying for what he thinks is the final time, and still he ogles a sweaty man.

So even without the Honda Oddessy fight… Wade’s only exhibits of sexual desire were for men. He wanted Vanessa back, and he’s obviously attracted to her, but that wasn’t the focal point of this movie regarding their relationship this time around. He wanted her back on an emotional level more than anything else, and while I’m very well aware Disney is never going to actually buckle down on a version of Wade whom is expressly queer, I do think anyone who left this movie with the opinion that Wade Wilson only likes women for real, were not paying an ounce of attention.

There’s only so many times a man can call other men attractive, salivate over their bodies, and literally tells folks he’s not a natural bottom (a term not at all used in reference to cis het sex) or that he wants to kiss men, and have it not be because he’s into men. Wade is definitely into men in the movies as of this movie, it’s just also a fact that such truth will never be explicitly said on screen.

Sure, Ryan said Wade is fluid and has chemistry with everyone, but that’s really just a great cop-out answer. He’s not lying, but he’s also not being upfront. Because Wade isn’t somewhat fluid and easy to have chemistry with. He’s queer. Pansexual to be exact, and I think at the very least the movies should be allowed to say that. He doesn’t have to kiss a man or date one for that to be true.

[cc-tinslebee]

fuck it, hcs for the Villains’ relationship with Bridget once Hook starts dating her

Hades our anti-man king 🔥🔥 every time he sees Bridget, he swings over her and goes, “really?? you want that one???”

canon interaction btw

Hades: I can't believe you're getting so worked up about some guy.

Bridget: This one is different. He's honest, and he's sweet...

Hades: Please!

Bridget: He would never do anything to hurt me.

Hades: He's a guy!

Morgie and Hook are so lovers-to-best-friends to me, so that means Bridget and Morgie have to make Hook regret every choice he’s ever made up until now by being the best of friends.

They’re so Yukio and Deadpool coded. Every time Morgie pops up while they’re together, it’s “Hi Bridget 😏” “Hi Morgie!!!”

Morgie: What in the fuck knuckles is this?

Hook: She's my girlfriend, you intolerant shit.

Morgie: (literally his ex) Whoa! Pump the hate brakes, Fox and Friends. I'm just surprised anyone would date you, especially Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony. [winks at Bridget]

Bridget: I like this guy.

Maleficent’s not really pro or anti their relationship. They’re entertaining, even if she thinks Bridget’s a little too soft. She does, however, like to join along with Hades to poke fun at Hook

Maleficent and Hades: why are you dating this clown, you’re too good for him :(

Hook: >:0

Unsurprisingly, Uliana HAATES this. Biggest unironic hater. She comes around, but it’s such a subtle change that Bridget doesn’t know when Uliana goes from making subtle jabs at her to granting her “making fun of you/peer pressuring you but in a I fw you way” privileges