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being in love with a fictional character will make u produce art u didnt know u were capable of

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Got a TikTok with pose ideas for trios, one of them was this:

Cackling while imagining this with wytm!reader and Poolverine. Wade as the happy camper in the foreground, reader and Logan in the back (I imagined Logan on the ground, but either way is hilarious). Imaging the pic is sent in Wade’s groupchat with the F word, getting some mixed reactions, but mostly it’s just a general feeling of ”Yeah that tracks.“

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I'm gonna try doing a taglist/taglists! Please shoot me a message, either directly or in the replies if there's any of my writing (specific fandom, character, etc.) you wanna be tagged in when I post!

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best ship dynamic is when they go from "you fool" (derogatory) to "you fool" (desperate)

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I’ve officially decided my favorite relationship trope is “at first I was perpetually bothered by your mere existence but somewhere along the way you became my best friend and oh yeah I’m also in love with you.” Nothing else matters.

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Cuddle Bug - Wolverine x gn reader

Just a short thing of fluff, cause I was feeling like it (AO3)

Tages/warnings: fluff, cuddling, established relationship, flirty Wade (his usual)

Wordcount: 641

Summary: Logan is just a cuddle bug, your cuddle bug to be exact.

When you first started dating Logan, you had not at all expected how cuddly he is.

Not that you were complaining at all, fuck no.

It had taken a few months before he had shown his true (cuddly) colors, but now you would never want to go back.

He seeks out your touch, almost desperate for your warmth. You don't comment on it, scared that he will pull away if you do, but you relish in it.

It's just another night, chilling on Wade's couch while you both wait for him to come home from his part time construction job. Wade's in Al's lounge chair, for once vacated by the woman currently out on a bingo binge (code word for cocaine and getting laid).

You have taken up fort on the couch, stretched out on the length of it, half asleep as you and Wade watch Two and a Half Men while Wade blabbers on about how fuckable Charlie Sheen is from episode to episode.

You perch up when you hear shuffling in the hall followed by keys in the door, which swings open to reveal the hunched and tired form of your boyfriend.

"Hey Wolvie, how was the shift at testosterone factory?" Logan just grunts as an answer, stripping out of his jacket as soon as the door closes behind him.

He bends down to pet Mary Puppins as she runs over to greet him, then strips out of his pants seconds later to twin whistles from you and Wade.

He shows a middle claw in Wade's general direction before shuffling over to your prone form, giving you a single kiss before he pulls on you just enough so he can slide down between you and the back of the couch. It's frankly an impressive display of his maneuverability, his knee on the side of the couch the only weight you feel before he's tucked against your side, back against the couch.

One of your arms goes behind his back in a practiced and routine motion, the other slipping down so Logan can drag it towards himself like an less furry teddy bear. His head tucks underneath your chin, which you only tilt down so you can give a brief kiss to the top of his hair.

"Long day at work?" You ask, not really needing the responding grumble to confirm, so you just give him another kiss, and let him settle against your side, one leg thrown over your hip. It's comfy, his weight steady against you as you chat to Wade, threading a hand into Logan's hair as he tries to resist the urge to fall asleep against your side.

You make it just one more episode before you yawn wide enough that Wade makes a joke about your jaw cracking. He turns the TV off, stretching, scooping up Mary for her duty as his cuddle buddy.

"I'm honestly jealous of you. Mary is warm, but nothing near as warm as honey badger over there."

"Get a bigger couch then." Logan mumbles into your shoulder, half asleep, words barely understandable, but both you and Wade have learnt to understand him well by now.

"Ikea is my first stop tomorrow, I'll get you both meatballs for breakfast." Wade winks over his shoulder.

"Good night Wade." You say as Wade tosses a blanket over you both, covering Logan's head until you tug it down and tuck it under his chin.

"God, the two of you are gonna give me cavities."

"Fuck off." Logan mumbles, taking a deep breath, then promptly falling asleep, shoulders relaxing.

Which leaves you stuck on the couch until the next morning, when you know you are going to wake up with a sore back.

But, a sweet and cuddly Logan, and Wade's teasing grin as he leaves for his own bed, makes it all worth it.

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pulling a boy’s hair and watching his eyes flutter a little

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mid-conversation I toss a pistol onto the table not to suggest or imply anything but just to change the situation a little

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Seeing people liking my fics from a decade ago:

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Congrats on 250! I’m gonna send an ask and write something myself!! I’ll send the other thing in a separate ask to make things easier.

For my request I would love to request prompts 41 and 19! Congrats again!!

Paperwork, Patience, and Poor Life Choices (crack drabble)

thank you @rosenclaws for the request, i hope this will made your day, sorry for the wait!!

pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

prompts requested: 41. “Why are you looking at me like that?” – “I’m deciding if you’re worth the paperwork.” 19. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

summary: Logan find you in the kitchen, spraying the toaster.

word count: 521

warnings/tags: no warning, just full of crack and kitchen disaster

Logan masterlist request are open

Logan had seen a lot in his life — wars, mutant uprisings, Scott Summers in a turtleneck — but whatever was happening in the Xavier kitchen this morning might be the thing that finally broke him.

You were standing on the counter. Not beside it. Not in front of it. On it. Bed hair, pajama pants tucked into mismatched socks, holding a spray bottle in one hand and a spatula in the other like you were reenacting Die Hard: Kitchen Edition.

The toaster was smoking.

Bobby was hiding behind the fridge.

Ororo was sipping her coffee in the corner like she’d already washed her hands of this whole situation.

Logan walked in, stopped, and just… stared.

That’s when you noticed him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, brandishing the spatula toward him.

“I’m deciding if you’re worth the paperwork,” he said flatly.

“Paperwork?” you echoed.

“Yeah. You set the place on fire, I gotta fill out three separate incident reports for Chuck. And he writes in that tiny professor handwriting. Gives me a headache just thinkin�� about it.”

Bobby piped up from behind the fridge. “It’s not on fire! … Yet.”

“Shut up, Ice Cube,” you shot back, then sprayed something into the toaster like you had any idea what you were doing. It hissed ominously.

Logan’s eyebrow twitched. “What the hell are you even—”

“Toast,” you said, as if that explained everything. “I was hungry. The toaster broke. I was fixing it.”

“You were electrocuting yourself in the name of breakfast?”

“Yes. That’s called commitment.”

“Uh-huh.” Logan stepped forward, grabbed the plug, yanked it out of the wall, and slung the whole toaster into the sink like it was a ticking bomb. “There. Crisis averted.”

You frowned. “That’s not fixing it.”

“That’s called preventing me from explaining to Chuck why you fried yourself like bacon.”

“Speaking of bacon—” You hopped down from the counter. “I was making some. But then Bobby froze it on accident.”

Bobby leaned out from the fridge. “I was trying to help! It was burning!”

“It was cooking, Snow Cone.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath about “idiots” and “needing a beer in morning.”

As you moved toward the stove, he caught your wrist. “Where you goin’?”

“Making another breakfast.”

“You’re gonna sit your ass down before you blow up the whole school.”

“But—”

“Nope.” He shoved a granola bar into your hand like that was a valid substitute. “Eat that. Less chance of me havin’ to talk to the fire department.”

You took a bite, glaring at him around a mouthful of oats. “You didn’t have to wait for me, y’know. I could’ve handled this myself.”

“Bub,” Logan said, dead serious, “leaving you alone in a kitchen is like leavin’ a lit candle next to a pool of gasoline. I’m not stupid.”

Ororo snorted into her coffee. Bobby tried to sneak out but Logan nailed him with a glare that sent him back to fridge exile.

You swallowed, then smirked. “So you were waiting for me.”

“Yeah,” Logan said. “To make sure you don’t die before lunch. Paperwork’s a bitch.”

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Hey Van, we love our grumpy Lo bear, don’t we? But what if he’s too mean to the others, maybe he’s got a bad day/week, but still he shouldn’t take it out on others. Why would you do in this case? A part from removing his cuddles and snuggle as well as sexy times privileges for a while, I was thinking that one way would be to spray him with a water bottle like some people do with their cats. 🤣

Totally like this!! 👇

OMGGGG

Yes our grumpy man definitely takes it out on people who don't deserve- and I imagine that would be you included. He always regrets afterwards, never means it, and does what he can to make it up to you- BUT, he needs to learn some emotional management! (And as someone whos been on the recieving end of someone who don't know how to NOT take out their bad moods on others- I sure as hell won't stand for it) I don't think it's a common occurence to Logan- at least with his lover, but watch out to the others :(

Removing bf privileges from him is definitely a #1 motivator for him to act right lol- but I really, really do think that if you spray him with a water bottle he would hate it SO bad that it would make him realize how much of a dick he HAS been. Because if you gotta spray him with a water bottle to get him to act right then wtf has he been doing?

All in all, water bottle training is effective for your Wolverine.

Training Your Wolverine

Logan Howlett X GN! Reader blurb

Warnings: Some tension, suggestive ending

"What the fuck?!"

Logan sputters, as droplets of water rolled down his face. He blinked, swiping his hand down his face to wipe the water off in a rough motion.

You stood in front of him, armed at-the-ready with a spray bottle filled with water. Your hand on your hip, as your expression was full of scorn.

"What was that for?" He growled.

"You're being a jerk." You say simply. You held up the spray bottle, giving it a little shake. "This is my solution."

"By spraying me in the face?"

"Works on cats."

He rolled his eyes. "Real mature-"

You sprayed him again, and he looked at you with wide eyes and utter shock on his expression.

"You've been a jerk to me all day, and to everyone else. I tried to talk to you first, tried to help you out, and you've done nothing but been a dick. So until you stop and start to realize what you say actually hurts peoples feelings-" You hooked the handle of the bottle to your jeans, as if you were arming a gun. "And- your boyfriend privileges have been revoked for the time being."

"What?" He scoffs, mist still covering his face. "My boyf-- This is ridiculous."

"Nope," you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, "You did this mister."

You turned and walked away, carrying on to your daily errands. You left Logan to his devices, hoping he'd calm down from his bad mood. You understood everyone gets in a bad mood, and time and time again you'd try to support him and he'd only push you away, insisting on his lone wolf attitude- and taking it out on everyone else. So you resorted to the most childish method possible.

It was later when he came back to your bedroom. You were in bed, scrolling through your phone. He walked in, and you looked up- snatching the spray bottle and holding it up.

"I'm armed."

He held a hand up in surrender, his other arm folded behind his back. "I come in peace."

You purse your lips together, and stare at him with suspicion, before setting bottle back onto your bedside table.

Once you were disarmed, he pulled out a bouquet of sunflowers. Your eyes brightened immediately as you gasped.

"Lo! They're beautiful-" You sat up on your knees, as he climbed onto the bed as you could examined them.

"Sorry babe." He says softly. "I've been an asshole,"

You quirked a brow at him.

He sighs, setting the bouquet to side. "Listen I just...I get into my own head. And I just think its better if I'm on my own- because all this, you-" He motions you with his hand. "I don't deserve it."

"Logan..." You sigh, pulling him into your arms. "You need to accept it. Because I'm not going anywhere....You deserve every good thing coming your way- and me and you? This just belongs, it fits."

He chuckles. "It does..."

"Just talk to me, okay? When you start feeling like this. I'll make all those bad thoughts go away." You hum as you leaned in close. He lets out a purr in agreement.

"This mean my boyfriend privileges are reinstated?"

You nod, kissing him and pulling him down ontop of you. Your hands wrapped around his waist as he moved to press kisses into your neck. You sigh softly, as Logan opens his eyes and scowled at the bottle still sitting on your night stand.

With a quick movement, not taking his lips off you, his hand swiped at the bottle, knocking it into the garbage tin next to the stand.

Good riddance.

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When You Touch Me - Poolverine x male reader 11/?

Apologizes for the long wait, but writers block was kicking my ass. Not my greatest chapter, I think it's a lil' clunky, but it's out! Needed to finish it so I can get to the parts I'm more excited for lol. Hoping y'all still like it! (AO3)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn

Wordcount: 2044

Summary: Your first meeting, (you refuse on principle to call it a date), doesn’t go half bad, all things considered.

9 AM, two days later finds you in your bedroom, fresh out of the shower and only in a towel, staring at your walk-in closet. 

What in the fuck you even supposed to wear when reluctantly meeting your soulmates? You stare for a few more seconds, then scoff at yourself.

It’s a god damn meeting, hang out, meet up, whatever, not a fucking date. Not that you have ever really been on many, but it’s still a known feeling.

So you fish out a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt, a baggy light grey hoodie, socks, underwear, and black boots. You get dressed quickly, it’s a few more hours until you need to leave, but that gives you time for a coffee, and some tidying around your apartment.

—-

When you leave your building a few hours later, it’s without your trusted knives, but there’s a small one in one boot, and a gun tucked into a holster hidden underneath your hoodie.

—-

At exactly noon you knock on their apartment door. Seconds later there are footsteps, and the door is opened by the woman you saw the first time you were here.

“Who is there?” She asks, tone not exactly friendly. You open your mouth to answer, but before you can, Wade appears from behind her and slings an arm around her. He’s wearing his Deadpool mask, a blue hoodie, jeans, and black sneakers.

“You gotta stop opening the door like that, could be someone out to get us. But lucky for you all, it’s just pookie, our second soulmate.” 

“I do have an actual name dipshit.” Al snorts.

“Sounds like you fit right in with the two of them. Good luck.” You are not sure which one of her last words are for as she ducks out from underneath Wade’s arm, going back into the apartment. Which leaves you alone with him, as he shifts to lean his shoulder on the doorframe, crossing his arms.

“How do you keep getting in here? Breaking and entering is illegal, you know.” His tone is light, clearly checking you with how his head moves slowly down and up out as he asks. You snort, then shrug.

“The building security is shit.”

“Keeps life interesting.” You can tell Wade grins at you by the tone of his voice, and the surprisingly animated white eyes of his mask.

“Now, are we going to stand here all day, or?” You ask, glancing down the hallway.

“Nope! We are going out, just waiting on honey badger to finish his beauty routine. You wouldn’t think it, with the rugged handsome looks, but he’s so particular about his hair.”

“At least you save time there.” 

“I’ll let you know I have a hair system that looks banging.”

“Is that just another way to say a shitty toupee?” You make a not so wild guess, and Wade gasps theatrically, one hand on his chest.

“Excuse you! It’s-”

“Your hair system was shit baby, why do you think I threw it out?” Logan interjects, suddenly appearing behind Wade’s shoulder, patting his waist with one hand. He’s wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, brown leather jacket, and brown boots. Wade spins around and punches him in the chest, Logan doesn’t react in the slightest.

“You asshole! I thought I just lost it!”

“Nope. It looked like a deflated mop on your head.” Logan’s eyes connect to yours, mirth glinting in his eyes, you cough to hide the laugh that threatens to make its way up your throat.

“So, are we getting out of here or what?”

“Oh you charmer, thought you’d never ask.” Wade whistles, a pitter patter of paws can be heard before Mary Puppins appears at his side with a bark. “Come on, let's go.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise, but not here. Al needs some alone time with her fairy dust, and besides, being in public will hopefully make you a little less stabby.” Logan snorts.

“Doubt it.” He says, making you roll your eyes at his tone, then flicker to his unblemished and smooth hand.

“You’re fine.” 

—--

They lead you to a coffee shop with minimal talk. Well, from Wade, Logan doesn’t say anything at all, mostly focused on Mary Puppins, whose leash he had taken over from Wade not long after you got outside.

Logan stays outside the coffee shop, you see him fish out a cigarette pack from his jacket pocket when you look behind you as the door swings shut behind you and Wade. 

You take in the space, noticing exits, windows, and doors, a habit that has been useful in many situations. It’s just a typical coffee shop, nothing special, but the smell of coffee and sweet pastries fills your nose, comforting and warm, reminding you that you don’t need to be on high alert. Still, having your gun and knife on you is and comfort.

Taking a quick look on the menu, you order yourself an iced coffee and blueberry muffin, stepping aside to let Wade order after you’ve paid for yours.

Wade rattles off his order, one coffee with several different flavors of syrup that cannot be a good combination, topped with whipped cream, and an americano. The barista dutifully notes it all down, expression mostly bored, clearly not the first time they’ve heard this kind of order. You assume the first is for himself, while the second is for Logan. 

If it's the other way around, you'll eat your boots.

Waiting, none of you say anything, though you assume Wade wants to with the way he fidgets and shifts just a few feet from you. Your order is done first, but Wade’s is not far behind, so you grab your drinks and join Logan outside.

“Come on, I know a spot.” Wade grabs Logan’s hand after giving him his americano, which gives you little choice but to follow them. Part of you want to slip away into the crowd, but you make your feet follow them to a small dog park. It’s fenced in, decent enough, a few dogs running around on green grass with some owners on benches, others playing with their dogs.

Wade plops down in the middle of a bench, dragging Logan down with him. Logan grunts at being manhandled to sit at the end, but doesn’t say anything, leaning down to unclip Mary’s leash. She yaps, and then takes off, beelining for a dachshund that excitedly greets her. You watch the two dogs sniff at each other for a few seconds, then sit down at the other end of the bench.

Wade has tucked himself against Logan’s side, one leg folded and drawn up onto the bench. Logan has an arm over the back of the bench, and they’re both mostly turned towards you, both just looking at you.

“What?” You ask, not used to two people’s attention on you like this.

“Oh nothing, just happy you’re feeling a little less stabby today.” Wade grins, you roll your eyes at him.

“I can behave.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.” Wade purrs. You glare at him as you drink through your straw. 

“What, you can’t say shit like that, and not expect me to joke about it.” Yeah, that is kinda on you. You haven’t known him long, but you realized rather quickly during your first meeting (and subsequent fight) that Wade is one for jokes, and not taking low hanging fruit.

“So, come on, give us a backstory, some juicy details. You got a whole exposition, and we get nothing?” Wade rolls his mask halfway up so he can take a sip of his coffee.

“Not much to tell really. Graduated high school, took a few wrong and odd turns in life, figured out the shit I was good at, and enjoyed doing, kept doing it, ended up in this predicament.”

“Booo, that’s so vague pookie.” You can’t be bothered to react to the nickname, it seems like it’s sticking.

“I’m really not that interesting.” 

“EHHH!” Wade imitates a buzzer, making Logan snort into his own coffee. “Wrong! You managed to take me down, and not to toot my own horn, but I’m not that easy. Not with getting killed at least. And then, you joined in on the swordfight!” You raise a brow at him as you take a long sip of your drink. You’re sure he notices the double entendre in his own choice of words, but he doesn’t rise to it.

“I didn't have much of a choice, now did I?” You really thought you hadn’t, it was a flight of fight moment, where the first option hadn’t seemed available for you. 

“You could have just rolled over, or started crying. But, you are a fighter, which me likey.” Somehow you can tell Wade winks at you through the mask. “Well, on the battlefield at least. But hey, you’re here now, so no bad feelings.”

“Uhu.” You don’t believe him, even with your link muted, and even if there wasn’t any, you can tell there’s a hint of sour in Wade’s tone.

“You’re here now, and you already slept at our place! Very fun sleepover, you looked adorable, 10/10. I’m impressed how you could sleep in that uncomfy chair.”  You shrug, hiding the frown at being called adorable. Not a word you associate with yourself. But, the sleep hadn’t been that bad, your neck hurting had been the only downside. Which irritates you. But you squish it down as Wade keeps talking. It doesn’t help the situation at all right now, and you have to learn to deal with it more if you want to stop hurting. Even just the little time already spent together has made you less sore and tense.

Blessedly, for the next few minutes, Wade pivots the conversation to something more, well, normal. His favorite drink (monster, he’s not picky on which color), these cute flowers he saw the other day (hydrangeas Logan helpfully supplies), his favorite movie franchise (Barbie or Fast and the Furious) , their favorite colors (red and blue or yellow). 

Logan doesn’t say much, just looking at you as his arm slowly migrates to be across Wade's shoulders and collarbones. His staring is a little unnerving, tense with something you can’t place when your eyes flicker to connect with his.

“What is yours?” Wade asks, taking a loud slurping zip. It takes a few moments to make you realize he is asking your favorite color, as your eyes and attention has been fully locked on Logan’s for the last few seconds. You look over the park, eyes seeking for Mary puppies as you think, and- Oh no.

“Your dog is eating shit by the way.”

“Just because she trips over her little legs som-” Wade glances towards Mary Puppins, startling upright and knocking Logan’s arm off him as he realizes you are speaking the truth. “Mary Puppins Howlett-Wilson!” He’s up and running as he yells her name, dropping his coffee. It splashes everywhere, the cup still half full. You swear as one of your legs gets splashed. Logan follows Wade with a groan and shake of his head, his own coffee finding the nearest trashcan. 

Wade yanks Mary away from the poop, pulling out napkins from a pocket, wiping her snout as Logan stands next to him, frowning down to her as she tries to lick Wade’s once more fully masked face.

You assume (and hope) they are going to go home after this, to clean Mary properly and to feed her, so you take the opportunity of their diverted attention to slip away. You don’t need to follow them back to their apartment or to be invited in, you already feel better than you did this morning.

With your back turned towards them, you don’t catch Logan frowning at your back before his attention is drawn back to Wade and Mary, and you disappear in the crowd.

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Well it was surprisingly… fast?(I usually work longer) It seems that hyperfixation definitely has its benefits ~~ In general, let's admire these beauties!–

– well and additionally version I just like it better without the shadow, ehe –

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“i wouldn’t do that” “i wouldn’t say that” “i wouldn’t wear that” “i wouldn’t kiss them” too bad you pedantic dorks, you’re not the one in control here.