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Being in a throuple meant that even the simplest thingsâlike making outâcould turn into an adventure. It wasnât just about intimacy. It was about figuring out how to navigate each otherâs quirks, personalities, and egos. And with Logan and Wade in the mix, there was no shortage of chaos.
The First Real Session
It started with Wade. Of course, it started with Wade.
Youâd been relaxing on the couch after a long day, Logan flipping through a newspaper while you leaned against his shoulder. Wade, as always, was sprawled dramatically across the opposite armrest.
âYou know what we donât do enough of?â Wade asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.
âShut up and let me read?â Logan grunted, not looking up.
âWrong,â Wade said, sitting up with a wicked grin. âMaking out. Weâre a sexy, unconventional throuple, and I feel like weâre not capitalizing on that nearly enough.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âWade, we make out all the time.â
âYeah,â he said, wagging a finger at you. âBut itâs always one-on-one. Whereâs the teamwork? The synergy? The steamy, three-person smooch sessions I was promised?â
Logan rolled his eyes. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âAnd yet, here I am,â Wade replied, sliding across the couch until he was practically in your lap. âCâmon, hun. Letâs set an example for Wolfie over there.â
Before you could respond, Wade cupped your face and kissed you. It was playful at first, his lips moving softly against yours, but it deepened quickly, his hands sliding into your hair as he pulled you closer.
Logan tried to ignore it, muttering under his breath, but when Wade broke the kiss and turned to him with a smirk, he knew it was over.
âYour turn, big guy.â
âIâm not playing this game,â Logan said, though his resolve was already crumbling.
âSuit yourself,â Wade said, leaning in and kissing Logan before he could stop him.
It lasted all of three seconds before Logan shoved Wade away, growling, âWhat the hell, Wilson?â
Wade grinned. âTold you itâd be fun.â
Finding a Rhythm
It didnât take long for make-out sessions to become a regular thing.
Sometimes it was spontaneousâa quick kiss from Wade while you were cooking, followed by Logan pulling you into his arms as if to reclaim his territory. Other times, it was deliberate, like the nights when the three of you would pile onto the couch and let the moment take over.
Wade was always the instigator, his hands wandering and his kisses playful. Logan, on the other hand, was more deliberate. He liked to take his time, his kisses slower and deeper, as if he wanted to savor every second.
You were the one who balanced them out, moving between the two with an ease that felt almost natural. It wasnât always perfectâthere were plenty of bumped noses, awkward pauses, and moments of uncontrollable laughterâbut it was yours.
The Unexpected Interruptions
One of the biggest challenges of being in a throuple? Finding uninterrupted time together.
There was one memorable evening when the three of you had been enjoying a particularly intense make-out session on the bed. Logan had you pinned beneath him, his lips trailing down your neck, while Wade pressed kisses along your jawline from the other side.
It was perfectâuntil the doorbell rang.
âDonât answer it,â Wade muttered, his voice muffled against your skin.
Logan sighed, pulling back. âWhat if itâs important?â
âItâs not,â Wade said, pulling you closer. âNothing is more important than this.â
The doorbell rang again, followed by a loud knock.
With a growl, Logan got up, muttering curses under his breath as he headed for the door. You and Wade exchanged a look, trying to stifle your laughter.
When Logan returned, he was carrying a package and looking thoroughly annoyed. âIt was a delivery.â
Wade grinned. âPerfect timing! Now, where were we?â
The Competitive Streak
One night, Wade decided to turn a simple make-out session into a competition.
âYou know what we need?â he said, pulling back from a kiss with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Logan groaned. âIf you say ârules,â Iâm leaving.â
âNo, no, better than rules. A contest. Whoâs the best kisser?â
You raised an eyebrow. âSeriously?â
âDead serious,â Wade said, turning to you. âYouâre the judge, obviously.â
Logan shook his head. âThis is ridiculous.â
âAnd yet, youâre still here,â Wade said with a smirk. âAlright, honey, pucker up. Letâs do this.â
What followed was equal parts hilarious and surprisingly sweet. Wadeâs kisses were playful and varied, each one accompanied by a whispered joke or a soft touch. Loganâs were slower, more deliberate, his hands steady on your waist as if to remind you who you belonged to.
By the end, you were breathless and laughing, unable to choose a winner.
âGuess itâs a tie,â you said, leaning back against the couch.
Wade grinned. âWorks for me. Double the practice sessions!â
The Quiet Moments
Not every make-out session was wild or chaotic.
There were nights when the three of you would lie together in bed, the world outside fading away as you shared soft kisses and whispered promises. Loganâs hand would rest on your back, grounding you, while Wadeâs fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm.
In those moments, there was no need for words. The kisses spoke for themselvesâa quiet reminder of the bond you shared, the love that tied the three of you together despite the odds.
Because at the end of the day, it wasnât about who kissed who or how it happened. It was about the connection, the trust, and the simple joy of being together.
And if Wade occasionally tried to spice things up with an impromptu contest or a dramatic declaration, well, that was just part of the charm.
Logan would argue it had been a slow burn. Wade? Heâd swear it was love at first sight. Either way, by the time the three of you became a throuple, they were both hopelessly in love with youâand maybe a little competitive about who had fallen first.
How Logan Fell for You
Logan didnât fall easily. His heart was a fortress built over decades of loss, regret, and hardened resolve. But you? You had a way of slipping past his defenses without even trying.
At first, you were just someone who worked alongside him, another fighter in the mess of missions and mutant chaos. You were capable and steady, which Logan appreciated, but it wasnât until that one missionâweeks after youâd first crossed pathsâthat he really began to notice you.
The two of you had been sent to track a rogue mutant causing havoc in the Canadian wilderness. Logan was in his element, trudging through snow and tracking signs that no one else wouldâve noticed. But you? You were different. You didnât complain about the freezing weather or his gruff demeanor. Instead, you kept up with him stride for stride, your quiet determination matching his own.
It was during one of your campfire stops, the orange glow illuminating your face, that Logan caught himself staring. You were tending to a pot of coffee, your movements calm and precise, when you glanced up and caught his gaze.
âWhat?â you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips.
âNothing,â Logan grunted, looking away.
But it wasnât nothing. It was the way you didnât push, didnât pry. The way you seemed content to let the silence settle between you without filling it with meaningless words.
Over time, it was the little things that chipped away at Loganâs walls. The way you always remembered how he liked his coffee. The way you stood up for the younger mutants at the school. The way you werenât afraid to call him out when he was being too stubborn for his own good.
And then there was that day when he came back from a particularly rough mission, his knuckles bloodied and his temper frayed. You didnât ask questions or try to fix him. You just handed him a cold beer, sat beside him on the porch, and stayed there in silence until he finally exhaled the tension in his chest.
It was in that moment, with the stars above and your quiet presence beside him, that Logan realized he was in trouble.
How Wade Fell for You
Wade would tell anyone who asked (and even those who didnât) that he fell for you the moment you punched him in the face.
It was during a mission that heâd somehow roped you and Logan into. Wade had gone in guns blazing, making loud, inappropriate jokes while the enemy fired back. You, on the other hand, had been trying to approach things a bit more⌠strategically.
âWilson,â youâd hissed as he ducked behind the same crate as you, bullets ricocheting overhead. âWhat part of âwait for my signalâ did you not understand?â
âAll of it,â Wade had replied with a grin.
Youâd glared at him, your eyes blazing with frustration, and before he could dodge, youâd swung your fist and clocked him square in the jaw.
âHot,â Wade had muttered as he crumpled to the ground, stars spinning in his vision.
After that, Wade couldnât stop thinking about you. You were smart, strong, and so out of his leagueâwhich, of course, only made him want to try harder.
Wadeâs attempts to woo you started almost immediately. He left you ridiculous notes scrawled in Sharpie, bought you tacky souvenirs from his travels, and occasionally serenaded you with wildly inappropriate songs over comms during missions.
What Wade didnât expect, though, was how much heâd come to care about you beyond his usual antics.
It was during a quieter missionâa stakeout where the three of you were holed up in a dingy safehouse for hours on end. Youâd fallen asleep on the couch, your head resting on Wadeâs shoulder.
At first, Wade had cracked a joke, trying to lighten the weirdly intimate moment. But when you didnât stir, he glanced down and saw the way your face softened in sleep, the tension of the mission slipping away.
Something in his chest tightened, and for once, Wade didnât say anything. He just sat there, letting you rest, and realized that heâd do anything to keep that peaceful expression on your face.
How You Became the Center of Their World
Logan and Wadeâs love for you didnât happen at the same time or in the same way, but once they admitted itâto themselves and to each otherâit became the anchor of their unconventional relationship.
Logan loved you for your strength and quiet understanding, for the way you balanced his storm with calm and gave him a reason to keep fighting.
Wade loved you for your fire and resilience, for the way you challenged him to be better without ever asking him to change who he was.
Together, they loved you fiercely and wholly, each bringing a piece of themselves to your shared life. And though the journey to becoming a throuple hadnât been without its challenges, one thing was certain: they wouldnât trade it for anything.
You werenât just the glue that held them togetherâyou were the spark that made everything worth it.
Summary: The trio navigates the chaos of daily life together, from playful morning spats and training mishaps to quiet, heartfelt evenings. Despite doubts and challenges, Logan, Wade, and you reaffirm your commitment to making this unconventional relationship work.
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"The Dream Team" Masterlist
The cabin had become something of a sanctuary for the three of you, but sanctuary didnât mean perfection. Logan, Wade, and you were still figuring out how to exist in this unconventional relationship. If the first few weeks had been about adjusting, the third week was all about figuring out the hard stuff: boundaries, jealousy, and most importantly, balance.
Mornings with Logan and Wade were... chaotic.
The first clash came over something as mundane as breakfast.
You were in the kitchen, trying to make coffee, when Wade bounded in, still wearing his pajamas, which happened to be a unicorn onesie this morning. He swept you into a dramatic dip.
âGood morning, my love,â Wade sang, spinning you around. âHow do you like your Deadpool served today? Scrambled, sunny-side up, or with a generous helping of innuendos?â
Logan walked in mid-spin, stopping dead in his tracks. His gaze darted from you, laughing helplessly, to Wadeâs ridiculous onesie.
âYouâre gonna drop her,â Logan growled, crossing his arms.
Wade set you upright but didnât let go, leaning casually against the counter while you caught your breath. âOh, come on, Grumpy Claws. Jealous I got to her first this morning?â
âJealous? Of what? You looking like a damn mascot?â Logan shot back, moving past Wade to grab the coffee pot.
You sighed, caught in the middle of their daily sparring. Wade loved to push Loganâs buttons, and Logan always bit back. It was their love language, though it could be exhausting.
âOkay, thatâs enough,â you said firmly, stepping between them. âLogan, you get first coffee rights. Wade, no dipping me before Iâve had caffeine. Deal?â
Wade gave you a mock salute. âYes, maâam.â
Logan muttered something about Wade being a nuisance, but the corner of his mouth twitched, a sign he wasnât as annoyed as he pretended to be.
Afternoons were when Logan's patience was tested.
Youâd planned to spend a quiet day training in the woods, just you and Logan. Wade, of course, had tagged along, claiming he didnât want to be left out of the âbonding experience.â
Logan had begrudgingly allowed it, though his jaw had tightened when Wade interrupted your sparring session for the third time with unsolicited commentary.
âWow, Logan, did you see that move? She almost knocked you flat on yourââ
âWade,â Logan cut him off, his claws unsheathing with a snikt. âI swear if you donât stop talkingââ
âRelax, Claws! Iâm just here for moral support.â Wade grinned, lounging against a tree with his swords propped beside him. âAnd maybe to admire her form. Nice footwork, babe.â
You shot Wade a warning look, though you couldnât help the laugh bubbling up. Logan glared at him but let it go, focusing back on the fight.
Evenings were when the three of you found peaceâmostly.
After dinner, the three of you settled onto the couch to watch a movie. Wade had insisted on something âromantic,â though his definition of romance turned out to be Terminator 2.
Logan grumbled but didnât object, sitting on one side of you while Wade claimed the other. It had become routine now, this quiet time together.
Halfway through the movie, you felt Loganâs hand brush against yours, his fingers curling around yours with surprising gentleness. Wade noticed immediately.
âAw, look at you two,â he teased, leaning over to wrap an arm around your shoulders. âAll cozy and cute. I want in on this action!â
Before you could protest, Wade pulled a blanket over all three of you, managing to somehow wedge himself between you and Logan.
Logan groaned. âYouâre worse than a damn cat.â
âYeah, but you love me,â Wade shot back, grinning.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help smiling. As chaotic as it was, this was your new normal, and despite the bumps along the way, it felt... right.
It wasnât all laughs, though. There were moments when the cracks showed, like when Logan stormed off after an argument with Wade, or when you found yourself overwhelmed by the pressure of trying to keep everyone happy.
One evening, after a particularly tense day, you found Logan sitting outside on the porch, staring out into the woods. His expression was dark, his jaw set tight.
You sat beside him, letting the silence linger for a moment before speaking. âYou okay?â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI donât know if I can do this,â he admitted. âItâs not... normal.â
âSince when have any of us been normal?â you said gently, placing a hand on his.
He looked at you then, his gaze softening. âI just donât want to screw this up. You mean too much to me.â
Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. Logan wasnât one to open up easily, and hearing him admit this was proof of how much he cared.
âYouâre not screwing anything up,â you assured him. âThis is new for all of us, but weâll figure it out. Together.â
He nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. And as the door opened behind you, Wade stepped out, uncharacteristically quiet.
âAm I interrupting something deep and meaningful?â he asked, though his tone lacked its usual teasing edge.
You smiled, reaching out to pull him into the conversation. âNot at all. Come sit.â
Wade hesitated for a moment before joining you, his usual bravado replaced by a rare sincerity. âLook, I know I can be... a lot. But Iâm serious about this. About us. I want it to work.â
For the first time, you saw the two of them share a lookânot one of annoyance, but of understanding.
âThen letâs make it work,â Logan said simply.
You squeezed both their hands, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. It wouldnât be easy, but for the first time, you felt like the three of you were truly in this together.
A/N: I just had to add a little more to it. Couldn't help it đŤŁ
"The Dream Team" Masterlist
The tension in the air was undeniable. What started as a partnership of convenience, a simple, mutual respect between you, Logan, and Wade, was quickly becoming something a bit more complicated. And while none of you could pinpoint exactly when it shifted, there was an undeniable chemistry now that neither of you could ignore.
Logan, the rugged and solitary Wolverine, had always been the type to keep his emotions buried deep within. But there was something about you that had made him crack, little by little. It started with stolen glances, a rare but sincere smile, and a sense of protectiveness he couldnât shake. But then Wade, ever the unpredictable, flirtatious force, had entered the picture.
Wade WilsonâDeadpoolâhad a way of turning everything upside down. Where Logan was brooding, Wade was loud, brash, and unpredictable. Heâd made his feelings for you clear from the start, always joking and teasing, but there was something in his eyes when he looked at you. Something deeper. Something that suggested he was willing to go all-in if you would have him.
And then, somewhere in between the chaos, you realized you had feelings for both of them. Each one brought something different to the table, and you couldnât imagine your life without them.
Loganâs calm strength, his steady presence. Wadeâs playful energy, his wit, and his unexpected softness beneath the chaotic surface. And youâwell, you couldnât choose between them. Maybe you didnât have to.
It was one of those rare moments of quiet when it all came to a head. The three of you were sitting on the couch in the small cabin youâd been using as a temporary hideout, far away from the constant danger that seemed to follow your every step. Wade had his arm draped across your shoulders, his usual grin plastered on his face, while Logan sat across from you, nursing a bottle of beer with a contemplative look.
âSo...â Wade started, his voice casual but with a mischievous gleam in his eye, âthis is getting awkward. I mean, weâve been hanging out like this for months now, but I think itâs time we talk about something a little... more important.â
You raised an eyebrow. âMore important?â
He nodded, leaning closer. âYeah. I think itâs about time we admit that weâve all got some... chemistry going on. You, me, Logan. Itâs like the universe is telling us to give this thing a shot. You know, as a throuple. Or, as I like to call it, the dream team.â
Logan, who had been unusually quiet, glanced at Wade with an unreadable expression. âWade, donât startââ
âOh, but itâs true!â Wade interrupted, not in the least bit deterred. âWeâve been living together, fighting together, andâletâs face itâthereâs definitely something going on between the three of us. Donât tell me you havenât noticed the way she looks at you, Logan.â Wade smirked as he shifted to focus on you. âAnd, sweetheart, you know how I feel.â
You blinked, suddenly caught in the middle of a conversation you hadnât expected to have. Your pulse quickened as you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, looking between the two of them. You didnât know what to say. This wasnât exactly something youâd planned for, but as Wadeâs words lingered in the air, you couldnât deny that there was some truth to them.
Logan cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. âIâm not some... throuple guy,â he muttered, his voice rough. âBut, I donât know, I guess Iâve been feeling something lately. I canât ignore it.â
You felt your heart race. Logan wasnât one for words, especially when it came to his emotions, so hearing him say this was... unexpected. But it only made the moment that much more real.
âYou mean... you feel the same way?â you asked, your voice softer than you meant it to be.
Logan finally looked up at you, his expression intense but with a hint of vulnerability. âIâm not good at this sort of thing. But yeah, I guess I do. Damn it, I do.â
Wade, ever the enthusiast, let out a loud whoop and flopped back on the couch. âThatâs what Iâm talking about! Weâre all on the same page here. And listen, I know things might be complicated, but if thereâs one thing I know, itâs that the three of us could make this work. It could be fun.â
You blinked at him, your mind spinning with the weight of the decision ahead of you. Could you really do this? Could you share your heart with two people, knowing it might change everything?
But then again, maybe it was the chaos that you all thrived on. Maybe this was just another part of the journey you were already on. One thing was for certain: the love you felt for both of them was real. And despite how unconventional it was, you were willing to explore it.
Taking a deep breath, you looked at both of them. âOkay,â you said slowly. âLetâs give this a shot. A real shot.â
The decision was made, and although there were still lingering doubts in the air, the three of you had agreed to try this new arrangement. The transition wasnât as smooth as any of you had hoped, but there was something undeniably exhilarating about it.
The first few weeks were a blur of adjustments. There were awkward silences, new rules to establish, and figuring out how to share spaceânot just physically, but emotionally. It was different, yet strangely comforting. The three of you worked together as a team, from training to missions, but there was also this subtle shift. You were no longer just a team; you were something more.
Wade, as expected, was the most enthusiastic about the whole situation. He made jokes at every opportunity, trying to keep things lighthearted and fun. Heâd pull you and Logan into spontaneous moments, whether it was a surprise dinner or a movie marathon. He kept everything from becoming too serious, too fast.
Logan, on the other hand, was more guarded. He wasnât used to sharing his feelings, let alone sharing you with someone else. But as the days passed, you could see him softening. He would linger longer after missions, offering quiet gestures of affectionâa hand on your shoulder, a gentle kiss on the forehead when you thought no one was looking. He wasnât one for public displays, but when it was just the three of you, he allowed himself to be a little more open.
And then there was you. You tried to balance both of them, meeting each of their needs while also figuring out how to navigate this new, uncharted territory. Some days it felt natural, like the way your hands would brush against Loganâs as you walked side by side, or how Wadeâs humor always managed to make you laugh, no matter how stressful the day had been. But other times, it felt like you were stretched too thin, trying to divide your love equally between two very different men.
One evening, as you all sat on the couch together, you found yourselves in the middle of one of those quiet, comfortable moments. Logan was reading a book, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Wade scrolled through something on his phone.
âYou know,â Wade began, his voice playful as he glanced up at you, âI think we need more date nights. The three of us. Maybe something a little more... adventurous?â
Logan snorted from his spot on the couch. âThe last âadventureâ you planned ended with us in the hospital, Wade.â
Wade grinned sheepishly. âOkay, fine. Less explosive adventures. But Iâm thinking something that really solidifies our connection. A little romance, you know?â
You leaned back into the couch, the warmth of their company making everything feel right. âI think weâve got the connection part down,â you said with a smile. âNow we just need to figure out how to make it work in the long run.â
Logan set his book down, turning to look at you with an intensity that sent a flutter through your chest. âWeâll make it work,â he said simply.
Wade nodded enthusiastically. âYeah! Because weâre basically the perfect team. Who wouldnât want to be a part of this mess?â
You laughed, the sound filled with contentment. The road ahead would be uncertain, no doubt, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
A/N: I just had to add a little more to it. Couldn't help it đŤŁ
"The Dream Team" Masterlist
The tension in the air was undeniable. What started as a partnership of convenience, a simple, mutual respect between you, Logan, and Wade, was quickly becoming something a bit more complicated. And while none of you could pinpoint exactly when it shifted, there was an undeniable chemistry now that neither of you could ignore.
Logan, the rugged and solitary Wolverine, had always been the type to keep his emotions buried deep within. But there was something about you that had made him crack, little by little. It started with stolen glances, a rare but sincere smile, and a sense of protectiveness he couldnât shake. But then Wade, ever the unpredictable, flirtatious force, had entered the picture.
Wade WilsonâDeadpoolâhad a way of turning everything upside down. Where Logan was brooding, Wade was loud, brash, and unpredictable. Heâd made his feelings for you clear from the start, always joking and teasing, but there was something in his eyes when he looked at you. Something deeper. Something that suggested he was willing to go all-in if you would have him.
And then, somewhere in between the chaos, you realized you had feelings for both of them. Each one brought something different to the table, and you couldnât imagine your life without them.
Loganâs calm strength, his steady presence. Wadeâs playful energy, his wit, and his unexpected softness beneath the chaotic surface. And youâwell, you couldnât choose between them. Maybe you didnât have to.
It was one of those rare moments of quiet when it all came to a head. The three of you were sitting on the couch in the small cabin youâd been using as a temporary hideout, far away from the constant danger that seemed to follow your every step. Wade had his arm draped across your shoulders, his usual grin plastered on his face, while Logan sat across from you, nursing a bottle of beer with a contemplative look.
âSo...â Wade started, his voice casual but with a mischievous gleam in his eye, âthis is getting awkward. I mean, weâve been hanging out like this for months now, but I think itâs time we talk about something a little... more important.â
You raised an eyebrow. âMore important?â
He nodded, leaning closer. âYeah. I think itâs about time we admit that weâve all got some... chemistry going on. You, me, Logan. Itâs like the universe is telling us to give this thing a shot. You know, as a throuple. Or, as I like to call it, the dream team.â
Logan, who had been unusually quiet, glanced at Wade with an unreadable expression. âWade, donât startââ
âOh, but itâs true!â Wade interrupted, not in the least bit deterred. âWeâve been living together, fighting together, andâletâs face itâthereâs definitely something going on between the three of us. Donât tell me you havenât noticed the way she looks at you, Logan.â Wade smirked as he shifted to focus on you. âAnd, sweetheart, you know how I feel.â
You blinked, suddenly caught in the middle of a conversation you hadnât expected to have. Your pulse quickened as you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, looking between the two of them. You didnât know what to say. This wasnât exactly something youâd planned for, but as Wadeâs words lingered in the air, you couldnât deny that there was some truth to them.
Logan cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. âIâm not some... throuple guy,â he muttered, his voice rough. âBut, I donât know, I guess Iâve been feeling something lately. I canât ignore it.â
You felt your heart race. Logan wasnât one for words, especially when it came to his emotions, so hearing him say this was... unexpected. But it only made the moment that much more real.
âYou mean... you feel the same way?â you asked, your voice softer than you meant it to be.
Logan finally looked up at you, his expression intense but with a hint of vulnerability. âIâm not good at this sort of thing. But yeah, I guess I do. Damn it, I do.â
Wade, ever the enthusiast, let out a loud whoop and flopped back on the couch. âThatâs what Iâm talking about! Weâre all on the same page here. And listen, I know things might be complicated, but if thereâs one thing I know, itâs that the three of us could make this work. It could be fun.â
You blinked at him, your mind spinning with the weight of the decision ahead of you. Could you really do this? Could you share your heart with two people, knowing it might change everything?
But then again, maybe it was the chaos that you all thrived on. Maybe this was just another part of the journey you were already on. One thing was for certain: the love you felt for both of them was real. And despite how unconventional it was, you were willing to explore it.
Taking a deep breath, you looked at both of them. âOkay,â you said slowly. âLetâs give this a shot. A real shot.â
The decision was made, and although there were still lingering doubts in the air, the three of you had agreed to try this new arrangement. The transition wasnât as smooth as any of you had hoped, but there was something undeniably exhilarating about it.
The first few weeks were a blur of adjustments. There were awkward silences, new rules to establish, and figuring out how to share spaceânot just physically, but emotionally. It was different, yet strangely comforting. The three of you worked together as a team, from training to missions, but there was also this subtle shift. You were no longer just a team; you were something more.
Wade, as expected, was the most enthusiastic about the whole situation. He made jokes at every opportunity, trying to keep things lighthearted and fun. Heâd pull you and Logan into spontaneous moments, whether it was a surprise dinner or a movie marathon. He kept everything from becoming too serious, too fast.
Logan, on the other hand, was more guarded. He wasnât used to sharing his feelings, let alone sharing you with someone else. But as the days passed, you could see him softening. He would linger longer after missions, offering quiet gestures of affectionâa hand on your shoulder, a gentle kiss on the forehead when you thought no one was looking. He wasnât one for public displays, but when it was just the three of you, he allowed himself to be a little more open.
And then there was you. You tried to balance both of them, meeting each of their needs while also figuring out how to navigate this new, uncharted territory. Some days it felt natural, like the way your hands would brush against Loganâs as you walked side by side, or how Wadeâs humor always managed to make you laugh, no matter how stressful the day had been. But other times, it felt like you were stretched too thin, trying to divide your love equally between two very different men.
One evening, as you all sat on the couch together, you found yourselves in the middle of one of those quiet, comfortable moments. Logan was reading a book, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Wade scrolled through something on his phone.
âYou know,â Wade began, his voice playful as he glanced up at you, âI think we need more date nights. The three of us. Maybe something a little more... adventurous?â
Logan snorted from his spot on the couch. âThe last âadventureâ you planned ended with us in the hospital, Wade.â
Wade grinned sheepishly. âOkay, fine. Less explosive adventures. But Iâm thinking something that really solidifies our connection. A little romance, you know?â
You leaned back into the couch, the warmth of their company making everything feel right. âI think weâve got the connection part down,â you said with a smile. âNow we just need to figure out how to make it work in the long run.â
Logan set his book down, turning to look at you with an intensity that sent a flutter through your chest. âWeâll make it work,â he said simply.
Wade nodded enthusiastically. âYeah! Because weâre basically the perfect team. Who wouldnât want to be a part of this mess?â
You laughed, the sound filled with contentment. The road ahead would be uncertain, no doubt, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
It wasnât your typical love storyâthen again, nothing about your life had ever been typical.
The first time you met Logan, you were nursing a beer at a run-down bar in the middle of nowhere. It had been a rough week, and youâd stopped in to drown your sorrows in peace. What you didnât expect was for trouble to walk through the door, clad in leather and reeking of danger.
Logan entered like he owned the place, his sharp eyes scanning the room before settling on the bar. He didnât notice you at first, not until a group of rowdy bikers started giving you trouble.
âHey there, sweetheart,â one of them drawled, leaning too close for comfort. âWhatâs a pretty thing like you doinâ here all alone?â
You rolled your eyes, your patience already thin. âNot interested,â you said, turning back to your drink.
The biker wasnât deterred. His hand reached out to grab your wrist, and before you could react, a low growl cut through the air.
âLet go,â Logan said, his voice as sharp as the claws youâd later learn he could summon.
The biker turned, scowling. âAnd who the hell are you?â
Logan didnât bother answering. He stepped forward, his stance radiating menace, and the biker wisely backed off.
âThanks,â you muttered as Logan sat down beside you.
He gave a small shrug, his gaze flicking over you briefly. âDidnât look like you needed help, but figured Iâd step in anyway.â
That was Loganâgruff, blunt, and annoyingly attractive. You ended up sharing a few more beers that night, and before you knew it, he was a constant in your life.
The first time you met Wade, it was during a mission gone wrong.
You were an X-Man on a covert operation to recover stolen tech, and things had been going smoothlyâuntil Wade showed up.
He crashed through the ceiling in a shower of debris, landing in the middle of the room with his usual flair.
âTa-da!â he announced, striking a ridiculous pose. âDeadpool is here to save the dayâor ruin it, depending on who you ask.â
You blinked at him, momentarily stunned by his sudden appearance. âWho the hell are you?â
âNameâs Wade, sugarplum. Wade Wilson. But you can call me Deadpool. Or Sexy Red, if youâre feeling flirty.â
You groaned, realizing he was about to ruin everything. âThis is an X-Men operation. Get out of here before you screw it up.â
Wade gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. âScrew it up? Me? Iâm offended, really.â
True to form, Wade managed to derail the entire mission. But despite his antics, he had a knack for getting under your skinâand not always in a bad way.
The three of you crossed paths for the first time during a fight that none of you saw coming.
You and Logan had been tracking a rogue mutant when Wade decided to make his grand entrance.
âFancy seeing you two here!â he said, dropping down from a rooftop. âWhat is this, a date? A threesome? Wait, am I invited?â
Logan growled. âWhat the hell are you doinâ here, Wilson?â
âSame thing as you, probably,â Wade replied cheerfully. âChasing bad guys, being a hero, looking ridiculously good in spandex. You know, the usual.â
The rogue mutant didnât stand a chance against the three of you, though the fight was chaotic, thanks to Wadeâs non-stop commentary.
âNice claws, Wolverine!â he called out mid-battle. âDo you sharpen those, or are they naturally that shiny?â
Logan ignored him, focusing on the fight. But later, when the dust had settled, Wade stuck aroundâand somehow, he never really left.
It wasnât love at first sight for any of you.
Logan thought Wade was insufferable. Wade thought Logan was too uptight. And you? You werenât sure what to make of either of them at first.
But over time, something shifted.
Loganâs gruff exterior hid a fiercely loyal heart, and Wadeâs humor masked a surprising depth. The three of you started working together more often, and the lines between professional and personal began to blur.
It was Wade who made the first moveâor at least, the first joke about it.
âYou know,â he said one day, lounging on your couch, âweâd make a pretty hot throuple. Think about it: brooding bad boy, sassy mercenary, and the badass queen tying it all together. Weâd be unstoppable.â
Logan rolled his eyes. âYou never shut up, do you?â
But you saw the way Loganâs gaze lingered on you after that, the way his touch grew softer, more deliberate.
And Wade? For all his jokes, his feelings were genuine. He made you laugh on your darkest days, and he never hesitated to remind you how amazing he thought you were.
The night it all came together was one youâd never forget.
The three of you had just finished a mission, exhausted but victorious. You were sitting around a campfire, the stars shining brightly above.
Wade broke the silence first. âYou ever think about... us?â
Logan glanced at him, frowning. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean,â Wade said, his tone uncharacteristically serious, âthis thing weâve got going on. Itâs weird, sure, but it works. Donât you think?â
You looked between the two of them, your heart pounding. âAre you saying what I think youâre saying?â
Wade grinned, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes. âIâm saying Iâm in. If you two are.â
Logan didnât respond right away, his gaze fixed on the fire. But then he looked at you, his expression softening. âWhat about you? What do you want?â
Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to speak. âI want both of you. I donât know if it makes sense, but it feels right.â
Logan nodded slowly, his hand reaching out to cover yours. âThen Iâm in, too.â
Wade let out a whoop, throwing his arms around both of you. âThis is the best day of my life! Group hug!â
And just like that, your lives were forever intertwined. It wasnât the traditional kind of love story, but it was yoursâand it was perfect.
It wasnât your typical love storyâthen again, nothing about your life had ever been typical.
The first time you met Logan, you were nursing a beer at a run-down bar in the middle of nowhere. It had been a rough week, and youâd stopped in to drown your sorrows in peace. What you didnât expect was for trouble to walk through the door, clad in leather and reeking of danger.
Logan entered like he owned the place, his sharp eyes scanning the room before settling on the bar. He didnât notice you at first, not until a group of rowdy bikers started giving you trouble.
âHey there, sweetheart,â one of them drawled, leaning too close for comfort. âWhatâs a pretty thing like you doinâ here all alone?â
You rolled your eyes, your patience already thin. âNot interested,â you said, turning back to your drink.
The biker wasnât deterred. His hand reached out to grab your wrist, and before you could react, a low growl cut through the air.
âLet go,â Logan said, his voice as sharp as the claws youâd later learn he could summon.
The biker turned, scowling. âAnd who the hell are you?â
Logan didnât bother answering. He stepped forward, his stance radiating menace, and the biker wisely backed off.
âThanks,â you muttered as Logan sat down beside you.
He gave a small shrug, his gaze flicking over you briefly. âDidnât look like you needed help, but figured Iâd step in anyway.â
That was Loganâgruff, blunt, and annoyingly attractive. You ended up sharing a few more beers that night, and before you knew it, he was a constant in your life.
The first time you met Wade, it was during a mission gone wrong.
You were an X-Man on a covert operation to recover stolen tech, and things had been going smoothlyâuntil Wade showed up.
He crashed through the ceiling in a shower of debris, landing in the middle of the room with his usual flair.
âTa-da!â he announced, striking a ridiculous pose. âDeadpool is here to save the dayâor ruin it, depending on who you ask.â
You blinked at him, momentarily stunned by his sudden appearance. âWho the hell are you?â
âNameâs Wade, sugarplum. Wade Wilson. But you can call me Deadpool. Or Sexy Red, if youâre feeling flirty.â
You groaned, realizing he was about to ruin everything. âThis is an X-Men operation. Get out of here before you screw it up.â
Wade gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. âScrew it up? Me? Iâm offended, really.â
True to form, Wade managed to derail the entire mission. But despite his antics, he had a knack for getting under your skinâand not always in a bad way.
The three of you crossed paths for the first time during a fight that none of you saw coming.
You and Logan had been tracking a rogue mutant when Wade decided to make his grand entrance.
âFancy seeing you two here!â he said, dropping down from a rooftop. âWhat is this, a date? A threesome? Wait, am I invited?â
Logan growled. âWhat the hell are you doinâ here, Wilson?â
âSame thing as you, probably,â Wade replied cheerfully. âChasing bad guys, being a hero, looking ridiculously good in spandex. You know, the usual.â
The rogue mutant didnât stand a chance against the three of you, though the fight was chaotic, thanks to Wadeâs non-stop commentary.
âNice claws, Wolverine!â he called out mid-battle. âDo you sharpen those, or are they naturally that shiny?â
Logan ignored him, focusing on the fight. But later, when the dust had settled, Wade stuck aroundâand somehow, he never really left.
It wasnât love at first sight for any of you.
Logan thought Wade was insufferable. Wade thought Logan was too uptight. And you? You werenât sure what to make of either of them at first.
But over time, something shifted.
Loganâs gruff exterior hid a fiercely loyal heart, and Wadeâs humor masked a surprising depth. The three of you started working together more often, and the lines between professional and personal began to blur.
It was Wade who made the first moveâor at least, the first joke about it.
âYou know,â he said one day, lounging on your couch, âweâd make a pretty hot throuple. Think about it: brooding bad boy, sassy mercenary, and the badass queen tying it all together. Weâd be unstoppable.â
Logan rolled his eyes. âYou never shut up, do you?â
But you saw the way Loganâs gaze lingered on you after that, the way his touch grew softer, more deliberate.
And Wade? For all his jokes, his feelings were genuine. He made you laugh on your darkest days, and he never hesitated to remind you how amazing he thought you were.
The night it all came together was one youâd never forget.
The three of you had just finished a mission, exhausted but victorious. You were sitting around a campfire, the stars shining brightly above.
Wade broke the silence first. âYou ever think about... us?â
Logan glanced at him, frowning. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean,â Wade said, his tone uncharacteristically serious, âthis thing weâve got going on. Itâs weird, sure, but it works. Donât you think?â
You looked between the two of them, your heart pounding. âAre you saying what I think youâre saying?â
Wade grinned, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes. âIâm saying Iâm in. If you two are.â
Logan didnât respond right away, his gaze fixed on the fire. But then he looked at you, his expression softening. âWhat about you? What do you want?â
Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to speak. âI want both of you. I donât know if it makes sense, but it feels right.â
Logan nodded slowly, his hand reaching out to cover yours. âThen Iâm in, too.â
Wade let out a whoop, throwing his arms around both of you. âThis is the best day of my life! Group hug!â
And just like that, your lives were forever intertwined. It wasnât the traditional kind of love story, but it was yoursâand it was perfect.
Welcome to the wild and chaotic world of "The Dream Team"! This is a collection of stories following your unconventional relationship with Wade Wilson (Deadpool) and Logan (Wolverine). Each chapter is packed with humor, drama, action, and a good dose of heart. These stories can be read in any order, but together they paint a full picture of your unique throuple dynamic.
đFluff and Domestic Moments
How Mommy Met Daddies
Summary: The story of how the trio met and how it all began.
The Throuple Agreement
Summary: The extended and alternate version of how you ended up in a throuple.
Chaos, Coffee, and Compromise
Summary: The trio navigates the chaos of daily life together, from playful morning spats and training mishaps to quiet, heartfelt evenings. Despite doubts and challenges, Logan, Wade, and you reaffirm your commitment to making this unconventional relationship work.
âď¸Action and Adventure
đAngst and Hurt/Comfort
â¤ď¸âđĽRomantic and Intimate Moments
How They Fell For You
Summary: Logan and Wade fall for you in their own unique ways.
Between the Chaos
Summary: Making out with the boys.
A/n: This masterlist will be updated as new stories are added. Feel free to read them in any order and let me know which dynamic you enjoyed the most and what other scenarios would you like to read involving The Dream Team! Your feedback and reblogs mean the world!
Welcome to the Wolverine fanfiction section! Here you'll find stories featuring everyone's favorite adamantium-clawed anti-hero, Logan.
đ¤One -Shots
đĽMulti-Chapter Fics
Through Time and Trouble
Summary:
The Dream Team
Summary: This is a collection of stories following your unconventional relationship with Wade Wilson (Deadpool) and Logan (Wolverine). Each chapter is packed with humor, drama, action, and a good dose of heart. These stories can be read in any order, but together they paint a full picture of your unique throuple dynamic.
A collection of all my Marvel fanfiction, from standalone stories to multi-chapter epics. Explore my works below and feel free to reach out with comments or requests!
