Rea

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[trcshyrea]

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— Rea ✾ 21 ✾ They/Them ✾ New Writer ✾ Full-time simp ✾ Feral over fictional men ✾ Lover of women ✾

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Requests: | Too Close | Clouded Thoughts |

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[trcshyrea]

How old is Hobie Brown? Some people say he's an adult while others say he's a teenager so I'm curious what's your opinion! Thanks!

In my opinion I think Hobie Brown is an adult! I’ve always pictured him to be around 20-21, so more like fresh to being an adult if that makes any sense. (:

[trcshyrea]

Would you accept requests for Spider Noir, Miguel O'hara Peter B Parker, and Hobie Brown? Thanks!

I would yes! It’s been a minute since I’ve watch the spider verse movies but I would love to take a few requests! I’ve never written anything for the spider verse before though so if it’s not the best please don’t mind that!

[trcshyrea]

I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My Clouded thoughts request is so good! It's even better than what I imagined it to be ヽ⁠(⁠｡⁠◕⁠o⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ So I'm glad you liked writing it 🤭 I love it especially your relationship with them has been great even after the honeymoon phase 👍, your insecurities kept repeating in your mind 🔁 🧠, both of them treat you so lovingly & gently 💕, you couldn't stop those thoughts when all of you had to pay the bills 💸, their texts had helped you a lot 🥹, some of their texts are amusing 🤣, Wade's text 😂, the photo though 🥵, their texts always make you smile ☺️, both men noticed but didn't know what's the reason ❓, they even thought it could be them 😭, you decided to meet that "friend" thinking things would be different 👍, how both of them greeted you so sweetly 🤗, the comment made you spiral 😵‍💫, they did try to ask you about it but you pretended to be fine as you didn't want to burden them 🥲, you spent the nights crying alone 😭, both of them found you crying 😢, you let them sit next to you 👍, you apologised for being distant 👍, you didn't want to answer but did anyway 👍, how vulnerable you are with them 🥺, how sweet Logan is with you yet so means to Wade 🤭XD, just the conversation about the shampoo 🧴 is comedy gold to me 🤣, how caring both of them are in their own way 🥰, and someone asked for their address 😈 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you love it, it was such a pleasure writing and I had a lot of fun doing it! I’m glad it’s what you wanted. Thank you for trusting me with your request! (:

[trcshyrea]

Took a bit of a break after my last post but officially started back up on the next request! (:

[trcshyrea]

Can I request a one shot for poly Deadpool and Wolverine reacting to their GN s/o who admitted to them that you're terrified of when both of them would leave them after realising they could find someone better than you with a happy ending please?

Thank you so much for the request! I absolutely loved writing this, even though it took me way longer than it should have. I really hope you enjoy it and that it’s everything you wanted!

Clouded thoughts

Logan;Worst Wolverine x gn!reader x Wade;Deadpool

Word Count: 3k

Content Warnings: Angst

It had been a few months into dating the chaotic pair, and you loved every second of it. The dynamic between the 3 of you was a work of art. The chemistry is still as strong, if not stronger, than when you 3 first got together. You had to admit you were a bit nervous that when the honeymoon phase ended, they would get bored and leave, but they had so far given you no reason to think that. Unfortunately for you, though, that nervousness and fear never really went away.

Every moment you spent with them was full of love and laughter, but that little voice in the back of your head was always there, creeping around unwelcome. You noticed it immediately. The toxic tar-like thoughts that seemed to never go away. ‘You don’t deserve them.’ ‘They deserve so much more than whatever you could offer them.’ ‘You aren’t good enough for them.’ All of these thoughts plagued your mind, crowded your brain, and made it unbearable to think on some days. But you would continue on, forcing yourself to push the thoughts out. Tucking them into the deep pit in your brain, telling yourself that you will deal with it later.

It was easy to do when Logan and Wade were always nearby. Sticking close in case you needed anything. Blanket? You get all of your favorite blankets in the house. A cup of water? You get it in your favorite glass with a fun straw, added by Wade, of course, along with twin kisses to each of your cheeks. “You need anything else, darlin’?” Logan would ask in his usual low and gruff tone, but there was a hint of sweetness behind his words.

There always was whenever he spoke to you. His voice noticeably, at least to you and Wade, got softer and sweeter. So did Wades. Both of your boys were always so sweet and gentle with you, as if it came naturally to them, because it did. They loved you more than words could ever describe, and they would do anything for you, just like how you would do anything for them.

Unfortunately, the world doesn’t stop for anyone. Bills do need to get paid if none of you want to be homeless after all. “Bills, whoever invented the idea of having them should be burned alive at the stake.” Wade would cry out dramatically every time that time of the month came around.

The days you spent apart from them at work were always the worst. You had nothing to stop yourself from wandering to the dark place in your mind where you had tucked those toxic thoughts away. What if it was true? What if you weren’t good enough for them? What if they realized that? It was only a matter of time before they figured it out for themselves and left you. Those thoughts always scared you the most. The thought of them one day leaving you, alone, broken, and with no one to pull you above water.

Whenever those thoughts started to make themselves known, your phone would ding. Breaking you from your spiral for just a moment to check it. And every time it was Logan and Wade. Almost like they could sense something was wrong with you and you needed someone to pull you out of the deep end. Most of the texts consisted of them both telling you how much they missed you and couldn’t wait for you to be back in their arms once again. Safe. On occasion, the texts were a bit more….entertaining than loving, but you found that you loved those texts just as much, and it always pulled you back down to earth.

“Fuck pookie! You just missed the most jaw-dropping, mouth-watering, SEXIEST things I have ever seen!!!! Besides you of course <3. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, cause I managed to swipe a photo just for you. Now you can’t say I’ve never done anything for you. (;”

*Insert picture of Logan shirtless, sweating and ripping a man in half*

It never failed to cheer you up and put a smile on your face, making those thoughts seem insignificant, like a small coffee stain in the rug. However, much like the small coffee stain, it’s still there and very much not going away. It might be able to go unnoticed, flying under the radar for a while until it catches someone’s eye, and the second it does? Well, let’s just say the small coffee stain had recently caught your eye, or more so, brought to your attention.

Hence, why for the past week you have been a mess. Logan and Wade noticed it immediately; they always did. Whenever they caught any shift in your expression, the light in your eyes shining less, your voice lower than usual, hell, even if you breathed differently. They would catch it. It was one of the things you both adored and hated about them.

They desperately wanted to help but were unsure how. Maybe it was them? Maybe they had said something to make you upset without realizing it? Maybe you were getting tired of them being around you so often? But they had done nothing to make you upset, quite the opposite in fact. That prize belonged to an old college friend who had recently reached out.

Admittedly, you were hesitant to make plans to meet up with them. They never really were the kindest friend to you in college. Always making slightly off comments that you were never really sure if they were playful or intentional jabs. Even to this day, you weren’t sure. But despite your weariness, you accepted under the thought that maybe they had changed. College felt like a lifetime ago now. A lot can change in that time. Right?

After meeting up for coffee, the two of you decided to go back to your place to talk, as you both wanted a more private setting to catch up. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed until your front door opened and in walked Logan and Wade. Both covered in sweat and blood from a hard day of mercenary work. Wade is the first to speak. “Baby cakes! We missed you!” Wade would announce excitedly as he practically skipped over to you before placing a loving kiss on your cheek. “Who’s your friend?” He asked with a grin while standing close to your side.

“Wade, Logan, this is my friend from college I was telling you about.” You say with a soft smile as you introduce them to each other. Wade shoots your friend a smile while Logan grunts out a not-so-enthusiastic ‘Hey..’ on his walk over to you and Wade. “You’ll have to forgive our peanut here. He isn’t too big on talking.” Wade teased with a grin before waving bye to your friend and giving you another quick kiss on the cheek, soon disappearing into your shared bedroom with Logan close behind.

“Wow, those are your boyfriends? Fuck how did you manage to pull that!?” They leaned in and whispered once the two were presumably out of earshot. You didn’t like where this was going. It always started out like that. A slightly off comment that grew into something that hit you like a gut punch right to your heart.

“You’re so lucky, I would kill to have two hot men like that falling for me. Sadly, men are only interested in looks. Lucky for you that you found two that are more interested in personality than looks.” There it was.

That single comment was enough to throw you over the edge. Sending you into a spiral that you couldn’t escape from this time. All of your previous thoughts are now amplified and practically screaming in your head every time you look at Wade or Logan.

‘Not good enough.’

Logan and Wade instantly picked up on your off behavior. Questioning you about the sudden change, but you would just brush them off. Telling them that everything was fine and that you were just overworked. Tired. Both men would glance at each other with nervous expressions before speaking up. “Ok, baby. But if you need anything, we are always here for you. We love you.”

It was like rubbing salt into the wound with how sweet, gentle, and patient they were with you, even in this state. How willing to give you space they were when believing that that might be what you needed. They were basically glued to your hip, any chance they got. Maybe you just needed some time to yourself.

Unfortunately, that was the exact opposite of what you needed. But you, not wanting to burden them with your thoughts, stayed quiet. Shoving your emotions deep, deep down. It wouldn’t be fair to them if you threw all of your stress and worries on them. They had plenty of other things to worry about. You adding to that is something you never intended on doing. So you didn’t.

Instead, you choose to stay silent. Holding in your pain and putting up a front for Logan and Wade. Which never really worked, but it didn’t stop you from trying.

Under the cover of night is when you would let the mask slip. Once the pair were asleep, you would sneak out of the bed. Making your way to the fire escape, sitting on the cold, hard metal, and staring out at the city. Watching with dull eyes as cars and people moved below you, unbothered and unaware of your pain. The cold air hitting your skin, a nice contrast to the fire of agony in your body.

As you press your cheek into the cold, familiar metal railing, you let yourself fall apart. Tears prick your eyes as you try to hold back the ugly sobs that threaten to leave your throat. This is how you had spent the past couple of nights. Silently crying to yourself on the fire escape as you wished for the thoughts to go away. After a few hours, your body would start to feel exhausted, and you would force yourself to go back inside. Lying between your two partners like nothing had happened.

Except tonight had been different. As you press your cheek against the metal railing and let the tears fall silently down your face, you hear an all too familiar voice behind you.

“Darlin’?”

You freeze. Breath catching in your throat as you silently curse yourself. You knew you weren’t that quiet leaving, but you had thought it went unnoticed. Apparently not. You reach up to whip away your tears before turning to face Logan. Except it wasn’t just Logan. Your eyes met Wade's as he stood next to Logan, both looking at you through the window that led out to the fire escape. Concern etched on their faces as they take in the state of you. Wade, of course, is the first to speak up. “These seats taken?”

Silence. Then you shake your head. A small smile tugs at the corners of Wade's lips. “Great.” He says before making his way out onto the balcony and finding his spot right next to you. Logan follows soon after silently. The air around the 3 of you is silent as the two men sit next to you, all looking out at the busy city below.

“I’m sorry.” You finally speak out. Your voice shaky as you continue to stare down at the city, Logan and Wade stay silent next to you, not wanting to interrupt, in fear you might stop talking. “For being distant..” You finally say as you let out a shaky breath. Wade’s hand is quick to find yours and give you a reassuring squeeze.

After a few moments, you finally look over to him. Once your eyes meet, Wade gives you a weary smile. “Hey..it’s ok. We are just worried about you, sweet cheeks..” Wade’s voice is gentle but carries a more light-hearted tone as he speaks. However, his eyes searched yours for answers, and his grip on your hand tight as if he was scared you would disappear if he let go. “I know me and Peanut can be a bit much..” Logan lets out a low grunt, which you weren’t sure was agreeing or disagreeing with Wade. “But you don’t have to act like we are the hot blondes at the party you are trying to avoid.”

A soft laugh can’t help but escape your mouth at his words. Wade was always good at that. Being able to pull a laugh from you, no matter the circumstances. It was something he prided himself on, and he always made a point to try. “There they are.” Wade spoke with a smile.

You nod as you gather your thoughts. “Promise not to get mad?” Unsure of yourself, but knowing they deserve some sort of explanation for your lack of communication the past week. “We promise.” Wade says with a smile while glancing over at Logan, who gives a soft nod before capturing your other hand in his own.

Taking in deep breath, you nod before speaking. “Well, remember when I had that friend over the other day?” You begin, breaking eye contact with Wade to look back at the city in hopes it will help you to gather your racing thoughts. “Well..they had made a comment..” you trail off, not sure if you want to leave it at that and hope they don’t ask anymore. Logan squeezes your hand, his thumb rubbing your knuckles for reassurance. “And that was?” Fuck. You scrunch your nose at the question. Not really wanting to answer, but knowing now that it was out in the open, you had to say something.

“That I was lucky…to have two men who care more about personality than appearances..” You sit silent after the words fall out of your mouth. Waiting with bated breath for a reaction. You can feel the anger rolling off of the two men next to you despite their promise, and in your clouded thoughts for a moment, you believe that maybe they are mad with you somehow, but before you could blurt out an apology, you are pulled into Logan. His arms wrap around your waist to hold you close before Wade’s hand finds your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Baby, you can’t possibly believe that.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the softness and worry in Wade's voice as he speaks to you. Tears once again prick the corners of your eyes at his question. A mix of emotions show in his eyes as he stares at you. Anger, of course, but more prominent is worry. Worry that you might believe someone else’s toxic words about their feelings for you. A tear slips down your cheek as you choke out your words. “It’s just..there are so many people out there…so many who look better than me. Who are better than me…” The thoughts that have been flooding your brain finally start to spill as more tears run down your cheeks. “I’m scared you might realize that and leave…”

“No.” Wade’s answer is quick to leave his mouth. It almost gives you whiplash at the sudden change in him as he stares you down. “N..no?” You weren’t really expecting that response. Logan is the one to speak next as his grip around your waist tightens. Your eyes moving to meet his for the first time tonight. “We ain’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” His voice is low, and you can hear the sincerity in his tone.

“But I-“ Your thought is cut short as Wade speaks up once again. “You are perfect. There is nothing either of us would change about you, honey.” Wade's tone holds no humor. Something you have never heard before. With all of the words that leave that man’s mouth, there is always, always a humorous undertone to them. But not this time. Your words get caught in your throat at his statement.

Logan’s free hand moves to cup your cheek. Rubbing his thumb across your skin and causing a few tears to fall. He whips them away, concern clear in his eyes. “Sweetheart, I’ve lived a very long life. In two different timelines, and I’ve met many different people.” His voice is soft, sweet. No gruff or angry undertone to it like it usually has. “There is no one out there that I would want if it isn’t you and that idiot sitting next to you.”

Wade pouts at Logan’s words but agrees with him as he places his hand on your thigh with a smile. “Besides, do you really think anyone else could handle me and Peanut? You are the only one I know who can look absolutely stunning while cleaning blood off the floor that we drag in without complaints and then use that very scary, but very sexy might I add, voice if I finish the rest of your shampoo!”

Another laugh escapes your mouth as you roll your eyes at him. “You still owe me a new one by the way..” Wade’s smile widens, and you swear you can feel butterflies in your stomach as you watch his playful eyes return. “See! And that’s why we are all so perfect together, Pookie. I use your shampoo, you get mad, I forgot to buy you more, and Peanut eventually breaks and buys it because he is sick of us arguing about it.” Logan lets out another grumble at his words, this time sounding more annoyed, but the small smile that he tries to hide gives him away.

A smile of your own soon finds its way to your face as you laugh. Wade was right. You all were perfect for each other. Fitting together like puzzle pieces. As corny as that sounded. But if being corny meant that you could stay here, wrapped in their arms, being told how much you belong here. With them. Then you would.

“I love you….Both of you.” Wade’s smile grows impossibly bigger as the grip Logan has on your waist tightens. “We love you too, Darlin’”

“And we always will……….now on another note that isn’t related to this conversation in any way, do you happen to know the address of that “friend” you had over the other night? I would like to pay them a friendly visit.”

Yeah, this is right where you belong.

Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it and if you have any feedback please feel free to let me know. I’m still working on my writing skills and trying to improve as I go. If you like my work I have another story on my page linked in my navigation page that you should definitely check out! Thank you all again so much and I look forward to continuing making more stories for you all!

[trcshyrea]

Heyyyy….so I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on here (9 months to be exact). Which I am very very sorry for! However! My life as of recent has finally calmed down and given me a bit of extra time to work on things i enjoy doing! I very much want to get back into writing and posting on here again and for anyone wondering I do plan on finally finishing all of the asks and prompts I have received so far with Wade and Logan! Currently I am very hyper fixated on date everything, specifically on writing things with Volt and Eddie. I already have a few stories of my own in mind that I do plan on writing very soon and posting! I will be updating things as I go and will be posting any asks I’ve received first before writing any other things I have in mind! In the meantime please feel free to continue sending in an asks and I will do them as I go! I appreciate all of the love I got on the last story I wrote and it’s encouraging me to write more. Thank you all for your patience with me and I will be posting very soon!

[trcshyrea]

Hello all! First of all I want to say I am so sorry for disappearing for a month! Life got a bit crazy but I am pleased to say I am back! I have officially finished with college and will be out for a while so I can finally focus on writing and getting more stories out! Thank you all for you patience and support on “Too Close”. Seeing all the likes on it made me so happy and encourages me to write more now that I know that people enjoy my work! I look forward to getting stories out soon so be on the look out for those! I hope you all have a fantastic day and I’ll see you soon!

[mochimichael]

I would do unspeakable things to Wade Wilson (Deadpool) that I am about to speak regardless.

He is such a freak, he'd do practically anything you want him to. Imagine trying to get work done and he just hops right on your lap and starts teasing you like a desperate whore. He knows exactly what he's doing, knows that you have to get work done, but he just can't help it. He wants to get you all riled up so you'll snap and pin him to your desk, fuck him hard like the slut he is. He loves the bites, even if he's sad they won't leave marks.

[trcshyrea]

Hey! Just wanted to give a bit of an update since I haven’t really been active that much as of late! I am still working on your requests so don’t worry! Work and college have just gotten a bit chaotic for me as of late and it’s been a bit of a struggle to get all my ideas into writing and something that is actually coherent but it is coming along! I really really appreciate all of your patience with me and if you have any questions or want any updates on requests please feel free to ask!

[readerstories]

When You Touch Me - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 3/?

I love writing this so much, it's not going to be a quick thing for sure. I'm thinking and plotting constantly. (AO3) (Part 1) (Part 2)

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

Wordcount: 2675

Summary: You’ve heard many stories about how people met their soulmates. Everyone crazier than the last, ranging from typical meet cutes, meeting with one of them at death's door, in war, meeting at your soulmate's wedding to another, and everything in between and outside of that. You had just never expected to add yours to the crazy list, meeting yours in a fight, only realizing after trying to kill each other for at least half an hour. And you certainly don’t expect to have another.

Silence fills the apartment.

For a few moments.

“Red, I am going to kill you.”

“Wade, I am going to stab you.” Both of you talk at the same time, then glare at the other. You notice that his eyes are a nice shade of hazel, before your gaze snaps to Wade as he speaks.

“Why am I getting the heat for this?!” 

“You ran.” You and Flannel say in unison, glaring at each other again. His hand is still on your neck, warm and solid.

He raises an eyebrow as you reach for your pants, you grab one of your knives out of its hidden sheath, stabbing his shoulder. He grunts with pain, hand clutching at your neck for a moment before pulling it away. You pull your knife back out, before putting it parallel between two of Flannel’s claws, twisting it hard as you can, somewhat pushing his claws further apart. He winches, and the claws retract, allowing you to quickly slide away, and then take a few steps back. You notice there is no trace of where they came from on his knuckles, so this guy must have some sort of healing factor too. 

Fucking great.

“Why are you armed if you came here to meet your soulmate?” He scowls at you.

“Like you can talk, Mr Knuckle Claws.” He growls, fucking growls, and you would mock the absurdity of it, but his claws are coming back out. 

You grab your second knife, spinning them once in your hand, steeling yourself. Flannel lurches forward, one set claws aimed for your throat. You deflect them, your arm almost vibrates with the effort it takes to stop the swinging momentum, but you don’t have time to reflect on it, his other set of claws coming for your left arm. You stop these too, but you don’t have to stop a third or fourth swipe, as Wade drags Flannel backwards by the shoulders, making the man stumble and almost fall.

“Nu uh! No murdering of our soulmate peanut, they don’t have a healing factor!” Flannel huffs, glaring at you again, but his claws retract. 

You want to stab him. 

You are pretty sure the feeling is mutual. 

Irritation coming across the bond, if somewhat muted. You also want to stab Wade, because fuck him, you could fight Mr Scowl on your own merit. You don’t sheat your knives yet, staring at them both, hand clenched tight around the handles. Flannel scowls at you.

“Gonna put those away bub?”

“Trying to figure out if I can get to both of your hearts from here.” Flannel snorts.

“For me it takes at least some candles and a nice dinner with gifts, then it’s all yours.” Wade winks at you, you feel your eye twitch in irritation.

Flannel sniffs the air suddenly, nose wrinkling.

“Why do I smell blood?”

“What?” You look down at your chest, suddenly realizing there are wet spots forming on your dark shirt. “Shit.”  You pull the collar away from your skin, looking down and seeing blood trickle slowly from the gauze on your chest.

“Great, popped a fucking stitch. Thank you asshole. Now Evelyn is gonna tear me a new one.”

“Aw pookie, cheating on as already? Tell me, what is she, a nurse that found you on her doorstep and took care of you, and now you make sweet, sweet love like in so many fanfictions?”

“Don’t call me that, and no, you fucking moron, she’s a veterinarian, a friend, and we are both gay in the wrong direction for whatever the fuck kind of fantasy you have in that scarred brain of yours.” You put your knives back in their sheats hidden under your pants, ignoring how two sets of eyes follow the motion.

“I hope you guys got a first aid kit around here somewhere. I assume that the old lady and whoever else you guys have over aren’t all super healers.” Wade and Flannel look at each other.

“I’ll see if I can find anything between Al’s coke in the bedroom.” Wade walks off, leaving you and Flannel alone in the room. It’s not long, maybe a minute, but it lets you feel the confusion coming through your bond from him, and a swirl of other emotions that are hard to identify through the still very fresh bond.

You wonder what he feels from you, as neither of you say anything, just watching the other. A shot of guilt comes through your bond, which makes you scowl at him.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“What?”

“Pretend like you care.”

“You’re our s-”

“Say it and will stab you. I know you probably can’t die, but I will give my best damn try.” He scowls, again, but doesn’t say anything. Wade comes back then, a little red and solid bag with a white plus sign on in one hand. You reach out to take it, but Wade pulls it out of reach for you.

“Give me the damn med kit Wade.”

“Nah ah, better for me to do it, promise I’ll be gentle, done it before.” 

“No, Wade.” He sighs, a second later there’s a gun aimed at you. Where the fuck that even came from, you don’t know. You wouldn’t be surprised if Wade was armed before you even came here though.

“You just stopped Flannel from attacking me, now you are aiming a gun at me?” You tilt your head, and Wade shrugs. Flannel seems frozen, eyes flicking between the two of you, arms tense at his side again.

“His name is Logan, and he would not have made it non-lethal, but I will.” He’s serious, you can tell by the flat tone in his voice, the most level and even it has ever been in the times you have heard him speak. You look into his eyes, a lovely shade of brown that is filled with stony seriousness.

Getting shot would fucking suck.

It would hurt.

It would take forever to heal.

It would make you weak for a good while.

You sigh, rubbing your face, opting for the lesser of two evils. 

You think.

You’re tired.

“Fine.” The gun is moved away, safety clicked on, and tucked into the waistband of Wade’s pants. He takes a few steps away from you, picking up takeaway boxes (that you hadn’t noticed, but to be fair all your attention had been on the other two men) off the dining room table, handing them off to Logan, who takes them to the kitchen. Wade pats the table.

“Up you go pumpkin.” You roll your eyes, too tired and annoyed at your bleeding wounds to tell him to not call you that. You don’t think he will stop. You sit on the table, taking your jacket and shirt off, dumping them on the floor before laying back. Wade whistles, dropping the med kit next to your shoulder as you glare at him.

“Nasty.” 

“Your fucking handiwork.” You tilt your head to look at Logan where he leans in the doorway to the kitchen. “And yours, since I’m bleeding again.” He grimaces, opening his mouth as if to say something, but then closes it. A hand brushes against the gauze covering your stomach wound.

“Gonna take this off now.” Wade’s voice is soft, you give him a weird look, but he’s not looking at you, but instead he’s looking at his hand where it lays gently on top of the gauze.

“Yeah, yeah, just get it over with.”

“Hey, consent is sexy.”

“This isn’t-” You stop yourself, grimacing at the feeling of gauze lifting off your blood soaked skin. The wound drips more freely now, blood trickling down onto the table. A blue towel appears next to Wade, Logan is quiet on his feet, you hadn’t even noticed he went anywhere. Wade takes the towel, cleaning up the blood as best he can. The towel is soft against your skin, you watch him for a few seconds before moving your focus to the ceiling. 

Wade leaves the towel on your stomach, gently prodding at the wound. You grimace, the feeling unpleasant.

“This isn’t too bad, you only need two new stitches, pookie.”

“Get on with it then.” You hear the flicker of a lighter, glancing down to see Wade hovering a needle in and out of the flame. You know it’s not going to be as well done as Evelyn’s, but you don’t want to go back there and get an earful. 

Or more likely, yelled at until your whole body feels like it is on fire.

Eyes back to the ceiling, you take a deep breath as you feel Wade’s fingers press just beneath the wound. Then there’s some sort of black cloth, a small towel you are guessing, hovering over your face. You tilt your head to look at Logan, who offers it up with a little shake and a raised brow. You nod, opening your mouth, letting him drop it so you can bite down on it just as the needle pierces your skin.

It’s not a pleasant sensation, so you bite down on the towel, forcing yourself to take measured and deep breaths as you stare at the ceiling, concentrating on a little damp spot you can see in one corner.

What a charming space.

“You know, next time you are shirtless, I hope you are going to be bleeding less.” Wade puts the needle aside, wiping his hand on the towel on your stomach. Next he digs around in the medkit again, taking out supplies to cover his (and Evelyn’s) handiwork. You ignore his comment, closing your eyes and just breathing.

You stay like that as he finishes up, and moves onto your chest wound. Once again, the blood soaked material doesn’t feel great coming off, and neither does Wade’s prodding fingers.

“Two again. Beginning to think that’s your lucky number sweetcheeks.” You groan, moving your arm to smack him, hitting a solid thigh. Wade laughs, and it’s such a bizarre situation, you can feel it through your bond, so it takes actual effort to not smile under the towel in your mouth. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll get on with it.” He keeps babbling some more, you tune him out, letting him be background noise as you breathe deeply through your nose as the needle pierces skin again. You flex your fingers and grind your teeth on the towel, willing yourself to stay still to not fuck up Wade’s stitches.

“There we go, all done! Well, almost, I still need to cover my beautiful handiwork, which is a damn shame.” You are not sure if he’s talking about the wound or the stitches, but you don’t care. As he covers it in gauze once more, you take the towel out of your mouth, licking your lips. The towel had soaked up a good deal of moisture from your mouth, so it takes more than a few moments for your mouth to feel normal again. By the time that happens, Wade is done, leaning away from you, gathering up trash, wet towels, and the needle. He takes it away, leaving you and Logan alone again. You sit up on the table, noticing Logan has your shirt in his hand. You reach for it, but he pulls it out of reach from you. Confused, you scrunch your eyebrows. He scrunches up the shirt, one hand in each arms hole, holding the opening for your torso towards you.

“You gotta be kidding me. I’m not that fucking fragile. Let me put my own damn shirt on.” Logan just arches an impressive brow, and you sigh, not willing to fucking wrestle him for your shirt back. Tearing up your stitches again would just be counterintuitive, and you are tired. So you sigh, again, reaching both arms forward.

You let Logan put the shirt on you, you grimace as the mostly dried blood is still present, even if it’s not very visible. The action is weirdly intimate as he stays close afterwards. You let his eyes wander over your face and chest for a few seconds, before you push him away with a boot to his stomach. You could, and you almost do, go for the crotch instead, but you are not certain he wouldn’t actually stab you with his claws if you kicked him in the dick, since Wade isn’t in the room.

“Enough.” Your voice is low, your feelings are a mess, but most of all you are tired. You can’t really make out Logan’s or Wade’s either, it’s all just a jumble in your head now. Christ, you thought having one person sort of in your head was bad, this is just so much messier. Logan hands you your jacket, this one you are allowed (fucking silly as that sounds) to put on by youself. You do it slowly, staring down on the floor, and resolutely not on Logan, or his boots. 

Which is why it’s a short way for your gaze to move as you hear the patter of small paws and claws on the floor, quickly followed by Wade’s pink slippers.

The creature sets itself down at your feet, tail wagging, tongue hanging out. It has mostly grey-brown skin, covered with white tufts of what you think is supposed to be fur. Its eyes are big as it looks up at you, barking once, tongue hanging out of its mouth.

“What the fuck is that thing.” Wade steps forward, bending down to scoop it up.

“That is Dogpool, or Mary Puppins. Say hi!” Wade holds her up to your face, you recoil as much as you can while still seated, as that long tongue tries to lick you.

“Aww, she likes you.” You grimace.

“She’s hideous.” Wade gasps, pressing her close to his chest, pressing a hand over one ear like she can understand you.

“So rude! She’s perfect.” Logan snorts. “Oh shut up you. She takes after her beautiful papa.” You glance down at the cre-, no dog apparently, as you get off the table.

“The dog is uglier.”

“Aw, such a charmer!” You start to walk towards the door, or doorway rather, but are stopped by a hand on your wrist. You look down, and then up at Logan who scowls at you.

“Where the fuck are you going?” 

“Away from here."

“We need to-” 

“We don’t need to do anything. I don’t even know why I came here, I don’t want any of it. Soulmates are messed up, a thing that I don’t care about, a fucking cruel joke of a perverse fucking universe. I’ve seen way too many people get messed up by it all, and I will not be one of them.” You wrench your wrist free, bristling with the concern you can now feel push through everything else in the bond from them both. You send pure anger back, they both frown at you.

“Just read up on how to suppress the bond, learn the fucking mental gymnastics of keeping it and yourselves quiet, and if I start getting a migraine or achy joints, I know where to find you fuckers.”

“We don’t know where to find you. What will we do if we start feeling achy for your love and attention?” You are sure if Wade had eyelashes, they would be fluttering as he blinks rapidly at you, Mary Puppins still in his arms. It’s not quite as confident or flirty as before, he’s trying to hide how disappointed he is at your words, even as you can feel it through your bond.

“Suffer.” This time, none of them tries to stop you as you leave, grumbling to yourself under your breath. 

“Oh, I love how cruel you are pookie, so nasty!” You ignore the nonsense Wade yells after you as you take the stairs, ready to get away from this fucking mess. 

You have two fucking soulmates.

You want to scream, but there’s other people around when you get to the street, but in your mind it’s far from quiet.

FUCK.

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To anyone who is curious I did update my guidelines and put in some fandoms that I am willing to write for! It’s not all of them but it is all of them that I could think of currently. If you have any questions or want to know if I write for a specific fandom feel free to ask!

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When You Touch Me - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 2/?

This story is constantly on my mind these days. (AO3) (Part 1)

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

Wordcount: 2555

Summary: You’ve heard many stories about how people met their soulmates. Everyone crazier than the last, ranging from typical meet cutes, meeting with one of them at death's door, in war, meeting at your soulmate's wedding to another, and everything in between and outside of that. You had just never expected to add yours to the crazy list, meeting yours in a fight, only realizing after trying to kill each other for at least half an hour. And you certainly don’t expect to have another.

After running after Red and failing to catch up, you make some improvised bandages out of some dead guy’s shirt, which you do apologize to him for, it was a nice shirt, not that he can answer you. Maybe there was a med-kit somewhere, but you do not want to start wandering aimlessly around a big warehouse. The cuts on your arms, leg, and face are shallow, but the ones on your stomach and chest will need stitches. 

You steal more clothes from some more dead guys, your pants being the only kind of salvageable garment, but it looks better to have pants that don't have a hole in them with three bleeding cuts underneath. You bundle up your ruined clothes, and take them out with you, not a great idea to leave more of yourself behind. There is of course some of your blood on the floor, but you are sure it’s all mixed up with everyone else's, so that won’t matter.

Though all the cars tires are slashed, you are lucky that your ‘boss’ and his rival had a certain ‘style’ they followed, so all of the cars are the same, or similar enough that they use the same wheels. So after a lot of swearing and sweating and bleeding, you can drive one car out, all spare tires. It’s not the best thing, since the movement of switching out the tires pulls at your wounds, but the only other option would have been to walk to a main road and then hitchhike, which would have been a disaster. The fabric making up your bandages has to be switched out after you are done, and you try to pretend it doesn’t worry you about how much blood you’ve lost, and how you are feeling a little woozy as you sit yourself down into the driver's seat.

Also on top of it all you have a headache building, filled with anger, frustration, panic, sadness, and confusion. You are sure the anger is yours, not too sure about everything else though, as your soulmate’s feelings have been mixing in with yours. Sometimes they seem separate, other times they mix so thoroughly that it’s just a mess. You rub your forehead, willing it all away. 

It doesn’t work, at all, not that you really thought it would, but a guy can dream.

For now though, you have other things to concentrate on. Such as calling your vet friend Evelyn so you can come to her clinic, and she can stitch you up so you won’t bleed out before seeing your soulmate Red again. 

This whole soulmate thing is something you’ve never wanted, but you want to at least talk to him, and agree that the bond is strictly going to be platonic, or rather the closest thing to actual non-existence. Something that you both can learn to ignore and mentally suppress, leaving each other alone until whoever shuffles off this mortal coil firsts severs the connection. 

You swear to yourself, hitting the steering wheel a few times, before picking up your phone and dialing Evelyn.

—-------

Ditching your ride is easy enough, you park it a few blocks away from your Evelyn's clinic, and leave the doors unlocked. It will be gone by morning. 

Your feet don't feel the steadiest, but if anyone were to look at you, you would just look like another drunk stumbling home from the bar. Seeing the lit sign with the little smiling dog that marks the right place, you slink into the alleyway next to the building. Your fist on the metal door on the side of the building is heavy. Lucky for you, you don’t have to wait long until Evelyn opens it. She’s frowning, but waves you in none the less, waiting to comment until she locks the door behind you.

“Thought you said at my birthday party you were going to slow down with these kinds of visits.”

“Yeah, but you know, unexpected things happen.” You follow her down the hallway, a familiar route as she leads you into a room where they normally operate on pets, and certainly not humans (other than you).

“At least you are alive. How’s the other guy?” She pats the metal table, before starting to find equipment, some meant for animals, other stuff stashed away from earlier visits. 

“I killed him.” You say as you move to sit at the table. You conveniently leave out the part where he got back up and the whole mess that followed, but at least what you say is true.

“What am I working with?” Evelyn has her back turned to you as she asks, but turns around to look at you, observing your clothes that are this time in one piece.

“Chest and stomach, one cut to each, about 8-10 inches, deep.” She winces as you pull your shirt off, revealing the blood-soaked makeshift bandages. “Some others, but they just need a clean-up and something to cover them later.” The bandages come off, you bite your lip not to hiss in pain, not that it really matters as Evelyn has heard and seen a lot.

“Nasty. Lay back.” You drop your shirt and the bloody rags that can hardly be called bandages on the end of the table, knowing she will complain about having to clean the floor if you dropped them there. 

“Ay ay, mam’.” You swing your legs up on the table and lay down, Evelyn just rolls her eyes at you.

“Don’t call me that, I’m not my mother.”

“Ay ay, sir, then?” You joke, but clench your jaw as she pokes at the edge of your chest wound.

“Good thing the money is good and my wife loves your brownies, or else I might kick you out for that.”

“Tell your wife I’m flattered, but I am very gay.” And have a soulmate, but you leave out that part.

“And so are we.” She grabs a leash from a drawer, holding it in front of your mouth. “Bite down, chipping a tooth will not charm anyone.” You take it, teeth closing around the fabric as Evelyn starts on the wound on your stomach.

You are going to fucking kill Red again.

Soulmate bond be damned.

—----

After Evelyn patches you up, she orders you home to rest, which to be fair, you do. 

For a day.

While looking up a little more about soulmates on your phone.

It’s not like you know nothing, but not wanting one had led you to tune out when people were talking about it, so you know little outside the basics of touch triggering it. It hadn’t seemed useful at the time, because why in the fuck would you need to know about something that was never going to happen to you? Now that you are in it though, you skim through articles about it, because even though you need to know at least a little more, you don’t need to know too many details.

Though some are useful to know. Like the fact that if soulmates are kept away from each other for too long, it will give negative side effects, both physical and mental. The mental you had kinda guessed, but the physical was new.

Headaches, irritable mood, nausea, and aching joints. 

Not fun.

Jesus fucking christ. 

At least your brief reading makes it seem like it doesn’t take that much to keep it in check, just some touches here and there, and time spent together. You grimace, it could have been worse you suppose, but if you have to shake Red’s hand a few times a year, and stay in a room with him for a few hours to keep your life somewhat normal otherwise, you suppose you can manage.

As much as you don’t want to.

Even as much as all you want is to forget it ever happened and leave the man alone.

If you hadn’t touched him back, he wouldn’t have even known, but you suspect if you hadn’t touched him, he would have killed you then.

Like you had him.

But in your defense, you hadn’t known, and he got back up.

So maybe you are just a little messed up, and not a lot.

After reading some more, you find out that lucky for you, soulmates can use their bond, when it’s established, to pull themselves towards their soulmate. Though the article mentioned it’s something most people only do after their bond has been strengthened and developed over time. 

You ignore that last part.

At least the article helps you visualize in your head how your feelings look like in your head. Yours are a river of color, his feelings are a tributary river that flows into yours, with another river of your feelings flowing out towards the ether, or rather, him.

Closing your eyes, you concentrate on your bond to him, the river of feelings going towards him, and those being sent to you. The weak, but pretty constant stream of feelings coming from the other man now in your mind. 

It’s hard to concentrate on, any time you open your eyes it slips into something intangible again, something that is just there, not something that leads you anywhere. So, like a fool, every so often you close your eyes while you still walk, letting your feelings guide your feet. You are certain you look stupid, walking with eyes closed and arms in front of you to make sure you don’t walk into anyone or anything.

It’s not like you keep your eyes closed for long, but it still makes you feel vulnerable.

The pull eventually leads you to an apartment building in a pretty average looking part of the city. You stand on the other side of the street for a while, to gauge how easy it will be to get in.

You can tell Red is inside the building, not moving, so you assume he’s in his apartment. You focus on his emotions, nothing sparks out, just a baseline with some spikes of happiness mixed in.

In the end, you conclude the easiest thing to do is to just wait until someone careless leaves the building, and slip in before the door can close behind them.

You lean on a wall near the front door, pretending to be engrossed in your phone as you wait.

It only takes 10 minutes for you to get your opportunity, slipping in silently and unnoticed. You take the stairs, here and there taking two steps at once, following the pull as well as you can with your eyes still open, until you find yourself in front of an apartment door where you can feel Red behind it. 

Your soulmate.

You wonder what his name actually is.

You force yourself to knock, instead of just trying to open the door, just breaking in.

There’s shuffling of feet, and to your surprise, a black woman with a white afro and sunglasses opens the door.

“What the fuck do you want?” 

“Where’s Red?”

“Who?”

“Red suit, guns and katanas, black around the eyes, a mask that is surprisingly animated?” You feel yourself getting irritated by the silence that description is met with. You wonder how much of it your soulmate is picking up. His emotions are shifting, flowing into what feels like nervousness.

You hear what sounds an awful lot like a squeak and, finally, his voice again.

“Al, close the fucking door.” 

“What the fuck have you done now?”

“Al, please!” You try to look past Al, seconds later the door is thrown shut in your face, the noise of the lock turning quickly following.

Okay, so fuck being polite. 

One deep breath, and then you’re raising one leg up, and kicking the fucking door in. There’s a yelp from someone as the door swings open fast and bounces off the wall behind it. You get into the apartment in a few quick strides, ignoring Al that is cursing at you, something about getting ‘the damn bat’.

“Okay, that was unfairly hot.” You spot him a second after the words leave his mouth. 

At least you’re fairly sure it’s him. He’s not wearing a red suit, instead he’s dressed in grey sweatpants, fuzzy pink slippers, and a red hoodie, but you recognize the bumpy skin that covers his face and hands. Which you can barely see because he is hiding behind another man where they stand in front of a dining room table. Red’s hands are on the shoulders of the man clad in flannel with rolled up sleeves and jeans that is scowling at you; his stance tense with his arms at his side.

You ignore Flannel in favor of looking at your soulmate, meeting his eyes over the shoulder of the other man.

“You are a fucking asshole Red.”

“Well done assessment there, Stab.”

“Stab?”

“Well you did almost stab me through the head before giving me your name, which, count yourself lucky cause I usually don’t put out if I don’t know what name to scream.”

“Wade, what-” Flannel starts, but you cut him off.

 “Oh, so that’s your name.” You offer up your own name. “Which you would have learned if you hadn’t run away like a fucking pussy.” Wade gasps.

“Excuse you, pussies are fucking strong as shit, they can-”

“Both of you, shut the fuck up.” Flannel barks out, shifting both of your attentions to him. “What the fuck is this?” He shakes Wade’s hands off his shoulders, taking a few steps so he’s more in the middle of the two of you. Which is not much space really, the apartment is not big, but at least it gets a little bit less full as Al leaves out the broken door, purse under her arm and muttering something you can’t hear or care to.

“Wade and I need to fucking talk. About how he is a fucking coward for fucking running.”

“I am not, just made a tactical retreat from an enemy!” Wade protests.

“We are a little past that, soulmate.” You drip venom in the last word, Flannel goes stock still as Wade draws in a sharp breath. Panic is sent through your link, which for some reason makes you angry.

“Just fucking come here.” You start to stride over towards Wade, who is frozen now. 

You don’t get past Flannel though, as he grabs you, spinning you quickly as he pins you against the dining room wall with a hand on your shoulder, metal glinting from between his knuckles as it extends and pushes against your throat, not breaking skin, but threatening to do so. 

On instinct you grab at his bare forearm, trying to pull the knives or whatever the fuck those are away from your throat, but now it’s your turn to freeze, as for the second time in as many days, you feel the sizzle in your mind of a new link forming.

What.

In.

The.

FUCK.

You look up at Flannel, startled and with your mouth hanging open. He’s frowning, tilts his head and then, slowly, his hand shifts from your shoulder to touch your neck, the closest piece of bare skin.

His eyes dilate, then he licks his lips, and you know he just felt the same thing as you did.

“What the fuck.” All three of you say in unison.

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This is literally sooooo fucking good. I am so hooked, foaming at the mouth even for the next part. Sobbing on my hands and knees.

[trcshyrea]

You're welcome 🤗 I'm glad you had fun writing because I enjoyed reading it 🤭 I checked the spacing and it's much better now 👍

I forgot to mention one more thing! I would like to offer another constrictive criticism! Please put "keep reading" option after two sentences!

I nearly scrolled to the end before pressing on the "keep reading" option to finish it! If I didn't want to read, it would take me a while just to scroll past it so it would be nice if the "keep reading" option is placed much nearer at the beginning 😅 Thank you for accepting constructive criticism!

Did you get 2 requests?

The first one is "a one shot for poly Deadpool and Wolverine reacting to their GN s/o who admitted to them that you're terrified of when both of them would leave them after realising they could find someone better than you with a happy ending"

The second one is "a one shot for poly Deadpool and Wolverine reacting to their shy GN s/o who asked both of them if you could kiss their cheek in private"

Thanks!

I’m so glad the spacing is better! And with the keep reading option I moved that as well so hopefully it’s a lot better. I’m still not fully used to posting on here so I really appreciate the constructive criticism a lot! I want to make my stories and post enjoyable and easy to read!

I also did indeed get your request and they are both so so cute! I’m so excited to begin working on them! Thank you for the feedback and request I appreciate it so so much!

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I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My Too Close request is so good! I love it especially

-you get to enjoy your day off 👍

-you intend to relax with Wade & Logan 😌

-both of them were in high demand for a reason 😤

-you were partners with Wade 👥

-you ran into him during a job & decided to work together after acknowledging each other's strengths 👍

-your strengths are your agility, quick thinking, charms, & skills with guns 🔫

-Wade covers the fact that you're still a human with his healing factor 🛡️

-you would cover him when he needs to reload 🔃

-they're unstoppable when Logan joined them 😤

-either of them which is usually Logan would stand guard when you're injured 🤕

-both of them learned to check on you whenever you're too injured 👍

-both men would always brush off your concern 😅

-Wade & Logan appreciates your concern & found it cute though 🤭

-it was one of them reasons they fell for you 💘

-they would never go anywhere without you 😤

-life became more chaotic ever since you moved in with Wade 🤣

-you can't help but smile at his cheerful energy & optimistic words ☺️

-Wade loves how you would joke with him & push his buttons 🔘

-you can't help but worry about Wade's safety 🥺

-you also extended your concerns to Logan when he moved in 🫴

-you enjoyed being with him when you get to know Logan better ☺️

-it didn't take long for you to stare at them 👀

-Logan noticed first but Wade did notice eventually 😁

-both of them teased you whenever you hide your face from being caught 🫣

-both of them were in love with each other & with you 💘

-both men wants to spend time with you ☺️

-Wade begged both Logan & you to have 1 last mission 😫

-both of you couldn't refuse 🥺

-their arguement when all of them are stuck in close proximity 🤣

-Logan only covered your mouth because people were coming 👍

-he quickly removed his hand & apologised 👍

-you could swear you saw him blush in the dark 😳

-Wade is more than happy to tell them how hot it was 🔥

-you blushed as you elbowed his side 😂

-Wade still tried to tease you 😁

-Logan ended the conversation 🛑

-you planned to thank him later 👍-all of them need to escape soon 🔜

-Wade said they need to continue this conversation later 😁

-you noticed Logan's subtle reaction 👀

-you mentioned how the only way out is the same door 🚪

-Logan made sure both of them are ready before opening the door 👍

-all of them escaped safely 👍

-Wade's fourth wall break XD

-just how confused Logan & you were 🤨

-you didn't even try to get him to explain 😅

-you were surprised with Wade sitting in back with them when he usually sits in front (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠;

-Wade wants to squish you 😁

-Logan made space for you 👍

-their funny banter 🗣️

-and you just watch them interact 👀

Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

I would like to offer some constructive advice! Please write 5 sentences than start a new paragraph!

Your writing is fantastic but your paragraphs are a bit too long so it's a bit hard for me to read 😅 Please keep up with your writing though because it's wonderful 😍

Can I request now? Only if you don't mind of course! Thanks!

Awwww thank you so so much! I’m so happy that you loved it! I had a lot of fun writing it! Thank you for the constructive criticism as well! I tend to get a bit to into writing and forget to space things out so that makes sense! I just went back and changed it so hopefully it’s better now and easier to read!

Of course you can request more! My requests are always open for the time being but if things change I will let you know! Thank you again so so much for the request and feedback and I can’t wait to see some more requests! (:

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Watched deadpool×wolverine yesterday😭💖

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Can I request a one shot for Deadpool and Wolverine stuck in close proximity with their GN crush in the middle (poly but not dating yet) please?

Thank you so much for the request and your patience! I had so much fun writing this and I really hope it was worth the wait and lives up to your expectations!

Too Close

Logan;Worst Wolverine x GN Reader x Wade;Deadpool

Word Count: 2k

Today was supposed to be a day off. A calm and relaxing day away from stress and worry, one where you could sit back and relax in your apartment while you hung out with your roommates. Wade and Logan. You all had finally gotten the day off from mercenary work. It seemed that ever since Logan and Wade had gotten back from saving the world they were in high demand.

I mean it made sense, after all not everyone can exactly save the world and come out unharmed, plus Wolverine was back. Sure he wasn’t the original Wolverine in your world but that didn’t matter, he was the one to save your world and many people were great full for the pair, including yourself. Luckily for you before Wade or Deadpool rather became popular you two were partners. After running into him on a job you both couldn’t help but acknowledge each other’s strength and instead of fighting, which would lead to nowhere, you both had decided to team up. With your agility and gun skills you could take out most anyone.

Sometime while out on a job you would run into the occasional problem but with your quick thinking and bit of charming you almost always ended up winning. However, you are still just a human, you can get hurt just as easily as your opponents and that is where Wade would come in. With his regeneration power he was able to cover you whenever you needed and whenever he ran out of ammunition (which has happened way too many times now) you were right behind him to help. You two worked really well together and when adding Logan to the mix you 3 were basically an unstoppable power. Whenever you got to banged up in the fight one would stand guard (typically Logan) while the other looked over you and checked to make sure you weren’t to hurt.

After all with both of them having regenerative powers it was hard for them to really tell how bad the injuries were for you. Stabbed? Thats a cake walk for them, for you however not so much. After the first couple times of you getting badly injured they learned there lesson and made sure to check on you whenever you were looking a bit more fucked up than usual, and you would do the same for them. They always brushed it off with a laugh and a smile your way, it was also normally pair with a smart remark. “Gorgeous, I’m Marvel Jesus remember? I can handle anything! Don’t you worry your beautiful sweet ass about me.” “I’m fine darlin, you should be worrying about yourself, I’m not the one that’s human.”

Despite the smart remarks and laughter they both secretly appreciate that you worried about them so much. They loved hearing you ask them genuinely if they were ok or needed a break from the fight. They found it cute, and it was one of the reasons why they fell for you. Once Logan and Wade started getting mission after mission you where right by there sides to help them, after all you 3 where a power house and they would never want to go anywhere without you.

However after your 99th mission you were exhausted and ready to collapse onto your bed for months on end, which is why you were so excited for this day off. Not only would you be able to get some well deserved rest but you were also able to hangout with the boys. Ever since you had moved in with Wade life had become more chaotic to say the least, but a good chaos one you never knew you needed until him. His energetic and charming energy always made you smile. It felt like Wade always knew what to do to cheer you up or in his words “Put a smile on that gorgeous face,” that line alone always managed to make your heart melt in ways you don’t even understand but you couldn’t help but love it all the same.

It always felt like you could joke with him and push his buttons whenever you wanted, Wade always loved that about you. You always caught yourself worrying about his wellbeing whenever he was out of sight for too long. You of course knew he would be fine but it never stopped you from worrying, and ever since Logan had moved in those same feelings had extended to him.

After a few weeks of spending time with the grumpy man you quickly learned that there was much more to him than you had originally thought. He had layers underneath that hard exterior he put up for people and the more you cracked him down, although small, the more you enjoyed being around him. However, it wasn’t long before you began catching yourself staring at the two men for prolonged periods of time. Logan would catch on to your antics quicker than Wade but he eventually caught on. Whenever you were caught you would avert your eyes and turn fully away from them, face bright red. This unfortunate for you didn’t stop the two from relentlessly teasing you about it.

Unbeknownst to you, you had melted the hearts of the two men and they had not only fallen in love with each other but for you as well. Because of this the two of them and yourself wanted to spend time with each other and it is because of that and that reason alone you found yourself in this situation. In the middle of your peaceful day off Wade had come to you both begging that the 3 of you go on just one more mission to make the number of missions even. Quote “Gasp! Peanut! Jelly! We ended on an uneven number! Marvel Jesus cannot stand for this! We need to go do one final mission pleaseeeeeee!”

Despite how exhausted both you and Logan were neither of you had the heart to break his spirits so you both very reluctantly agreed to go on one last mission, Logan being more reluctant than yourself, besides what could go wrong right? You 3 have done tons of missions before this one, what was one more mission? Welllll, unfortunately for you that sort of thinking resulted in all of you being shoved into the smallest closet imaginable, all bruised, bleeding and panting heavily as you try to catch your breaths.

Logan was pressed up against one wall, his chest pressed to yours and Wade was pressed against the other wall while his chest was pressed against your back. Putting you in the middle of the hottest sandwich in the world. “How the fuck did I let your dumbass drag me into this.” Logan growled out while glaring over at the merc. “Hey don't blame me! I'm not pointing fingers but someone here forgot the ammo and that's why we are stuck in this situation.” Wade defend while moving his eyes down to you as a way of signaling to Logan that it had been your fault.

“Maybe if I wasn't pulled out of the apartment to go on another mission I would have remembered to grab the-” Before you could finish your sentence, a muscular hand was placed over your mouth, a few moments of silence passed before the group of men that had been after you previously ran past the door. After a few more moments of silence, Logan slowly removed his hand from your mouth. “Sorry sweetheart.” He mumbled out before turning his head a bit away from your view.

Despite how dimly light the closet was, you could have sworn you noticed a blush on his cheeks and tips of his ears. “I don't know why you are apologizing peanut that was HOT! I have never been this hard in my life.” Wade whisper yelled. Now it was your turn for your face to go red. You elbow Wade in the side as you glare back at him as best you could with being sandwiched between the two grown men. “Wade!” You whisper yelled at him before hearing a chuckle escape his mouth that you felt rumble through your body, this only caused your blush to grow and you suddenly found yourself thanking whatever higher power their was that the closet was dark.

“Aww come on sweetheart you know you agree with me. You trying to tell me that having that muscular hand wrapped over your mouth didn’t get you all excited? We all know it did.” Before you could respond you felt another rumble run through your body as Logan lets out a low guttural growl. “Shut the fuck up and help me figure out a way to get out of here would ya?” You silently made a mental note to thank Logan for cutting off the topic later but for now he was right.

Even if the 3 of you wanted to stay in this situation, which you did, you couldn’t the baddies would find you and although you could defend yourselves, without ammo and weapons you would end up getting way more hurt and no one wanted that. “Fineeee but we are discussing this later! You can’t get a guy all riled up like that and leave him hanging peanut.” You could feel as Logan’s body shifted at Wades words but the man only let out a low grunt in response as he began to look more at their surroundings.

You and Wade began to do the same but in the dimly lit closet it was hard to actually see much of anything. “Looks like our only solution is out of the door we came from. I think there was a fire escape somewhere to our left if I’m remembering right.” You spoke out finally as it became clear that there wasn’t another way out of the closet. Logan nodded as he reached his hand out to the door handle but before opening the door he looked to the both of you. You both nod and that’s all he needed to open the door.

Once the door was open you were the first to pop out of the closet, followed by Logan then Wade as your eyes adjusted to the light. Once you got your bearings the 3 of you started off in the direction of the fire escape as quickly as you could and before you knew it you were there, opening the window as fast as you could you climbed out and took in the fresh air before climbing down. “Wow that was uneventful. It’s almost like the author didn’t know what to put here.” Wade spoke out as he also began climbing down the fire escape with you.

Both you and Logan pause as you give each other a look before looking at Wade. “What the fuck are you on about?” Logan growled out as he closed the window behind him before starting his decent. “Oh don’t you worry your sexy little ass about it.” Wade spoke out confidently as he jumped onto the ground with a thud once he was close enough. You just shrug your shoulder as you are way too tired to pry the merc for an explanation. It wasn’t long before Logan joined the two of you on the ground and you made your escape in Dopinder’s taxi.

You and Logan piled into the backseat as you both knew that Wade liked to sit up front with Dopinder, what you two didn’t expect was for the merc to pile into the backseat with you two as you were yet again squished into the middle of them. “Wade what the fuck are you doing?” You ask as Dopinder starts the car and begins driving away. “Whatttt I missed being this close to you guys. I feel so lonely, like a banana that’s been ripped away from a group of bananas and is now awaiting its impending doom.”

Logan from the other side of you rolls his eyes with hint of a smirk as he side eyes the both of you while moving his arm to rest behind you in an attempt to give you a bit more room. “You’re a dumbass.” He mumbled out before turning his attention to the moving view outside. “Awwwwww but I’m your dumbass peanut.” Wade teased as he leaned into you while trying to poke at Logan’s chest. Then there was you, all red faced as you rolled your eyes with a smile while you watched the two interact. This was going to be a long drive home.

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