#so domestic <3

[souvenir116]

Charles extending his arm to hold Max in case he would fall, and patiently waiting for him to clear confetti from his hands before holding his waist 🥹🥹

[iwasbored777]

Me when Logan was about to walk away in the end and Wade was like "Logan 🥺" and that's all it took for him to stay... Y'all I can't they love each other so much 😭

[brainrotcharacters]

TW: Wolverine Badonkas

I laughed rewatching because like

[hinamie]

long way home

[lazylittledragon]

modern au gale+cyra/dadkarios for soul healing <33

cyra should not have a phone her internet history would have her on a watchlist

[ddruxyart]

Domestic bliss I know how bad you wanted it (x)

[yellowwwcrayon]

He's such wife material.

[tawnysoup]

the fritter (frin critter)

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade sitting on the couch watching tv with Al while sharpening all his knives/swords and just cassually calls Logan over and starts sharpening his claws as if sharpening your room mates knife hands is normal.

"Hold still, will ya?"

"Careful! The bases are sensitive!"

"Oh ARE they now? 😏"

"I-... I walked into that one.."

"Oh, you so did."

"Will you two shut the fuck up? Steve Harvey is on!!"

[triona-tribblescore]

HUSKERDUST ARE CONSUMING MY EVERY WAKING THOUGHT-

[yaoiconnoisseur]

Wake up writers and artists! A new thing to obsessively write and draw our blorbos doing just dropped

[kidovna]

Mike and Will’s first shared apartment lease - 1995

[kawareo]

Durgetash fluff, with a hint of manipulation because of course

[sun-snatcher]

Reader beating tf out of Gambit at Uno.

♧ ⎯ DRAW +4

summ. A little blurb! Some fluff of Remy’s tight-roping on the drawn line between him & anomaly!reader (established in #WELUCKYFEW)

THERE HADN’T BEEN UNO in the Void.

Which means, of course, you finally had a chance at winning a game against the Gambit.

Under 3pm afternoon sunlight, the thrifted turntable that Logan had repaired for you croons out a record of Louisiana Blues from the corner of the livingroom.

Remy hums quietly along. There's a look flowering across your face whilst you tap your remaining cards on the knee brought up to your chest.

It's childish glee.

Remy hangs onto the glow— he smiles whenever you smile. You're infectious.

Hell, he’s not even focusing on the game, if he’s being honest. 

All Gambit variants of you, I imagine, are highly competitive, you’d mused aloud, when you patiently taught him the rules in a demo round. So it’s gonna be twice as sweet when I beat you. 

He’d replied, challenging and painfully fond: Don’t under-estimate me, chèr.

You raise your eyebrows at him behind a sip of coffee. “Remy?”

A blink. “Quoi?” 

“Wildcard,” you jut your chin towards the haphazard stack of cards on the table. “I need red.”

“You,” he censures, punctuated by the briefest slip of a smile. His entire hand is a series of numbered yellow’s and green’s. “...You’re cruel, chèr.”

You laugh. It’s bright and triumphant and Remy reckons if he has to lose every other game for the rest of his life to hear it, he might. 

He draws a red Zero. You smack down a +4 right after. “Uno!” 

“Mais non!” he riots, taken aback, “I may aswell grab the entire deck—”

You snort into your drink at the unintentional innuendo. That same, childish glee is in your eyes again as you coo teasingly, leaning out to draw four for him when he sinks theatrically into the couch.

“C'mon, now,” you wink. It rattles something in him.

A resigned smile as Remy reaches out to the cards. 

His hands brush the thin of your skin. You’re warm. Cauterising. It does little to placate the ungovernable feeling in his chest.

....Yeah. He’s got it bad.

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[peachsayshi]

imagine peeking into the living room and finding satoru on the couch with his four year old on his lap. the two of them are both staring with the same blue eyes at the television, watching an animated movie. satoru's chin is resting on his child's head, and you can see their small hands gripping their father's forearms.

it's a touching scene that's playing out on the screen, you can tell by the moving dialogue and music in the background. but you can't help but hide a smile watching your lover and child mirror the same expression.

teary, wide eyes; bottom lip tucked between their teeth; cheeks tinted in pink as they both breathe in sync.

when your baby sniffles you notice satoru squeeze them a little tighter; and it's enough to make your heart burst on the spot.