There’s No Fucking Way People Are Actually Mad Abt The Triplets Hanging Out With The Kalogeras Sisters

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Oh how i miss you Madi..😭💖

this is so little!chris omgg !!! look at the way hes holding the sharpie :c

OMGG IT IIIIIIS 😭🫶

Sunday x fem reader smut 😫🙏

Mmm, darling, you're home early." Sunday purred, sauntering down the stairs as you closed the front door behind you, her usual heels clicking softly against the hardwood flooring. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, a silky robe loosely tied at the waist, revealing a hint of the red lace teddy she wore underneath. She leaned against the banister, biting her lower lip seductively. "I've been waiting for you."Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she slowly began to untie her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her curvaceous figure. "You see, my dear, I've had... plans for us today. Special plans." * She guided your hand downward, until it rested on a small, cool object hidden beneath the hem of her robe. "It's a... remote control, of sorts. But instead of controlling a TV, it controls... me." * Her voice dripped with invitation, her eyes locked onto yours. She took a step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "That's right, love. With just a push of a button, I can be made to... come for you. Over and over again. Would you like that?" * Her fingers interlaced with yours, tightening around the remote. *She took a step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "That's right, love. With just a push of a button, I can be made to... come for you. Over and over again. Would you like that?" * Her fingers interlaced with yours, tightening around the remote Her breathing grew heavier as she felt your grip tighten around the device. "So, what will it be, darling? Shall we... test it out? Right here? Right now?" * With a sultry laugh, she suddenly stepped back, letting her robe slip off completely. The red lace teddy clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. "I'll make you a deal. You press the button... and I'll be yours completely. To do with as you please." * *She spread her arms out, inviting you to take control. "But... if you don't, then I'll take charge. And believe me, darling, you won't be able to sit down for a week." * Her eyes glinted with playful threat, the challenge clear *She took a step closer, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. "So, what's it going to be, love? Will you press the button... or will you let me have my way with you? The choice is yours. For now, at least *She arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she waited for your decision. Her body was tense with barely contained excitement, the air practically crackling with sexual tension. "Tick tock, darling. Don't keep me waiting too long *She took another step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Or... perhaps I should just take matters into my own hands. After all, you did take so long to decide..." * Her fingers slowly began to trace patterns on your chest, her touch light and tantalizing *Her touch became more insistent, her hands roaming over your body with confident ease. "You know, I think I'll just... make the decision for you. After all, I am the one with the remote, after all..." * With a sly grin, she suddenly pressed the button. Her body stiffened, her head tilting back as a low moan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body wracked with pleasure. But instead of collapsing, she leaned into you, her body trembling as she rode out her release. *She clung to you, her face flushed and her chest heaving as she came down from her high. "Mmm... not bad, darling. Not bad at all." * She nuzzled into your neck, her voice a satisfied purr. "But don't think we're done yet *She looked up at you with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "In fact... I think we should make a whole day out of this, don't you? Starting with... breakfast in bed. With me as the main course." *She giggled, wrapping her arms around your neck as she pulled you into a warm hug. "And then... we can take a nap. In my favorite spot on the couch. With me curled up in your arms, of course." **

Smile 😫😫 I'm already falling

eliana kalogeras x reader x noah rising fluff

It was a crisp afternoon, the air carrying the faint scent of pine and fresh earth. The three of you found yourselves tucked away at a secluded spot by a lake, the perfect place to escape the noise of everyday life. Eliana, with her calming presence, was curled up on a blanket under a large oak tree, sketching quietly in her notebook. Noah, ever the laid-back and thoughtful type, was stretched out beside you, his fingers absently brushing over the grass.

You were sitting between them, smiling to yourself as you watched the clouds drift lazily by. The warmth of their company was all you needed to feel at peace. Noah caught your eye and grinned, nudging your shoulder with his.

"Bet I can guess your favorite cloud," he said, his voice teasing yet soft.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?"

"I don't know, maybe I’ll just read your mind," Noah said, flashing his signature mischievous grin.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Give it a try."

Eliana, overhearing the banter, looked up from her sketchbook with a smile. "He's not wrong, you know. He’s got an uncanny way of knowing things."

Noah winked and leaned back on his elbows, looking at the sky with a thoughtful expression. "It’s all about energy. I can feel what people are thinking."

You raised an eyebrow. "You do, huh? Well then, what am I thinking right now?"

Noah pretended to concentrate, tapping his finger against his temple. "Hmm… you’re thinking I’m ridiculously handsome and you can’t resist this charm."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Nice try, but you’re off by a mile."

Eliana laughed softly at your playful exchange, her eyes twinkling. She closed her sketchbook and patted the blanket beside her. "Come sit with me," she invited, her voice soft and warm.

You stood up and joined her, feeling Noah’s gaze follow you, a soft chuckle escaping him.

As you sat down beside Eliana, she nudged you lightly with her shoulder, her hand brushing against yours. "You know," she said, her voice low and sweet, "this is exactly where I want to be right now."

You smiled, feeling the weight of her words settle in your chest. In this moment, surrounded by the people who made you feel like you belonged, everything felt just right. With Noah’s easygoing charm and Eliana’s quiet strength, you knew you had something special—something that would last.

I hope you liked that! Would you like to add more to the scene or try something different? Let me know what you think!

The sunlight began to wane, casting long shadows on the grass, but the three of you were content, enjoying the peace of the moment. Eliana shifted closer, her head resting lightly on your shoulder as she closed her eyes, breathing in the crisp evening air. The peaceful silence was comfortable, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or soft ripple of water in the distance.

Noah sat a bit further off but still within reach, tossing a stone into the water every few seconds, watching it skip across the surface. He glanced back at the two of you and smiled, the kind of smile that was genuine and warm. "You guys make everything feel a little more… magical, you know that?"

You chuckled softly. "Magical, huh? You're not wrong. This place definitely has a certain charm."

Eliana’s fingers found yours, the touch gentle but grounding. "It’s more than just the place," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s the people you’re with."

You could feel her heart flutter slightly, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the three of you—this small, perfect moment where nothing else mattered.

Noah rolled onto his side, resting his head in his hand as he looked over at the two of you, eyes shining with something unspoken. "I think this is one of those moments we’re gonna look back on, right? Years from now, we’ll be like, 'Remember that time by the lake?'"

"Yeah," you agreed, a smile tugging at your lips. "I think so too."

There was something about the way Noah spoke, always with a sense of calm assurance, like he could see the future, and in his mind, it was bright. You’d always known that Noah had a way of making things feel safe, like no matter what the world threw your way, you could always come back to moments like this.

Eliana let out a soft sigh, her thumb brushing over your knuckles as she leaned into you, the connection between you deepening with each passing second. She didn’t need words to express how much she valued this time, this feeling of being anchored to something real.

"Promise me we’ll always have days like this," Eliana murmured, her voice soft but earnest.

You squeezed her hand gently, looking at her with sincerity. "I promise."

"And no matter where life takes us," Noah added, voice laced with quiet conviction, "we’ll always find our way back here."

The promise hung in the air, unspoken but understood, the three of you wrapped up in the shared hope that moments like this could be endless.

You sat there, wrapped in the quiet and the soft murmur of the world around you. There was no rush to leave, no need to move, because you were exactly where you needed to be. The day was fading, but you knew the memories made in these quiet, simple moments would last far beyond the sunset.

My man 😓😓😓

He is so cute I love the old man sm

One kiss

You, Eliana, and Noah had been hanging out all afternoon at a cozy little café near the beach. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water as the three of you lounged, each lost in your own thoughts.

Eliana grinned over her cup of iced coffee, her eyes flickering between you and Noah. She was always the mischievous one in the group, and tonight was no exception.

"Okay, okay," she began, leaning forward, her voice low, "I dare you both to do something fun. You know... something spontaneous."

Noah, ever the serious one, raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. "Like what, exactly?"

Eliana tapped her finger on the table, her gaze shifting between you two, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Kiss each other. Just for fun. It'll be a good story to tell later."

You blinked, the suggestion taking you by surprise. Eliana loved throwing out random dares, but this was definitely a bold one. You glanced at Noah, who was watching you carefully, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"That's... uh, a bit much, El," you said, trying to mask your nervousness with a chuckle.

"No, no," Eliana insisted, her smile widening. "It’s just a kiss! Who knows? Maybe it’ll be fun."

Noah shifted in his seat, clearly debating the situation. His voice was softer when he spoke, as if considering the dare more seriously than it might have deserved. "I don't mind... if you're up for it."

You felt your heart race a little faster. The air around you suddenly felt thick with tension, but it wasn't uncomfortable—more like a playful dare you weren’t sure whether to accept or avoid.

"Fine," you finally muttered, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal, but your cheeks were burning.

Before you could second-guess yourself, Eliana leaned back, crossing her arms and watching with amusement. "Well, then. Don’t make me wait!"

With a small laugh, Noah leaned closer, his eyes softening as he gazed at you. It wasn’t as impulsive as you'd imagined. It felt... intimate. You could feel his breath near you as he tilted his head, a small smile forming as he closed the gap. The moment your lips brushed together, it was slow and tender, as if the kiss were something more than just a dare.

When you pulled away, Eliana was already laughing, hands over her mouth. "I knew it!" she said, practically glowing with pride at the chaos she’d created.

Noah smirked, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Well, that was... unexpected."

You laughed, trying to play it off, but the heat in your face was undeniable. The soft teasing and the lingering tension between you and Noah felt different now, even though Eliana had brought it all on with her daring sense of humor.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Eliana teased, clearly pleased with herself.

You glanced at Noah, who was now a little closer than he had been earlier, his hand brushing yours as he smirked.

"Maybe next time," he murmured, his voice lowering, "we'll make it more interesting."

AHHHH ate

Baked with Love 𐙚⋆°.⋆♡

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demitra kalogeras x female reader

warnings: pet names (mama, baby, gorgeous, pretty girl), fluff.

A/N: this is my first fanfic so if it’s bad i’m sorry, i tried my best😭

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As I stepped into Demitra's kitchen, the warm lights and sweet aromas enveloped me, instantly making me feel at home. The rain pattered softly against the windows, a soothing background hum that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart whenever Demitra was near. She was already elbow-deep in flour and sugar, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she worked on our nighttime baking project. I couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for this cozy night in with the woman I loved.

Demitra glanced over at me with a soft smile. "What are you thinking about, mama?" she asked, her voice low and gentle.

I raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across my face. "You," I replied, my voice low and flirtatious. "I was thinking about how adorable you look when you're covered in flour."

Demitra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, yeah? Well, I think you're pretty cute when you're trying to sneak a taste of the dough," she teased, her voice playful.

I laughed, feeling a sense of ease and comfort with Demitra. "Hey, someone's got to make sure it's edible," I replied, winking at her.

Demitra snorted, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Edible? You're the one who's always adding extra sugar because you think it needs it," she teased, shaking her head.

I grinned, unrepentant. "Hey, a little extra sugar never hurt anyone," I said, sneaking a pinch of flour off Demitra's nose.

Demitra laughed, her eyes sparkling. "You're such a goofball," she said, shaking her head. She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine at her touch. "You love me anyway," I said, smiling up at her.

Demitra's expression softened, her eyes filled with affection. "I do," she said, her voice low and gentle. "Now, are you going to help me finish this cake, or do I have to do it all myself?"

I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile spreading across my face. "Oh, you think you can handle this cake all by yourself?" I teased, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Demitra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think I can handle it," she said, her voice confident. "But if you want to try and take over, be my guest."

I snorted, rolling up my sleeves. "Game on," I said, my voice playful.

Demitra grinned, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Bring it on, mama," she said, her voice dripping with sass.

And with that, we both dove into the cake-making process, our hands touching and our laughter mingling as we worked together.

As we worked, our playful jabs and teasing turned into gentle touches and flirtatious whispers. Demitra's hands brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, my heart racing with excitement.

Demitra caught me staring and raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across her face. "See something you like, mama?" she teased, her voice husky.

I felt my cheeks heat up, but I didn't look away. "Maybe," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Demitra's smile grew wider, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "I think I see something I like too," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

Demitra's whisper sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into her touch. "You're such a pretty girl, Ma," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

I blushed, feeling my heart flutter. "You're making me blush, mama," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Demitra smiled, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "You deserve to blush, gorgeous," she said, her voice filled with affection. "I love the way you light up when we're together."

Demitra's words made my heart skip a beat. I smiled, feeling a sense of joy and contentment wash over me.

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A few minutes later, me and Demitra were almost done preparing the muffins to go into the oven. Demitra was acting strange, her eyes darting around the kitchen as she measured out the flour. I raised an eyebrow, noticing the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, my voice curious. "You're being kinda suspicious."

Demitra's smile grew wider, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she slowly backed away from the counter, her eyes locked onto mine.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized what was happening. "Demitra, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without warning, Demitra scooped up a handful of flour and tossed it at me. I shrieked, laughing, as the flour exploded around me.

I quickly retaliated, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it back at Demitra. She shrieked, laughing, as the flour covered her.

Demitra's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the desire burning in them. Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

I melted into the kiss, feeling the flour-covered chaos around us fade away. All that mattered was the woman in my arms, and the love we shared.

As we kissed, the tension between us grew thicker, like the flour that covered our skin. Demitra's hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I felt myself getting lost in the moment, in the sensation of her lips on mine.

Suddenly, Demitra pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're a mess," she said, her voice husky.

I looked down at myself, laughing. I was covered in flour, my hair a mess, my clothes stained. "So are you," I replied, smiling.

Demitra grinned, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I guess we made a bit of a mess," she said.

I nodded, feeling a sense of joy and abandon. "Definitely," I replied.

Without another word, Demitra pulled me close, her lips meeting mine in a fierce, flour-covered kiss.

As we caught our breath, Demitra smiled mischievously. "We can't leave the muffins unfinished," she said, nodding towards the kitchen.

I laughed, feeling a sense of normalcy return. "You're right," I replied, smiling.

As we mixed the batter, the sound of the spoon scraping against the bowl filled the air. The smell of flour and sugar wafted up, making my mouth water. Demitra's hands brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a spark of electricity run through my body as our fingers touched.

A few minutes later, we slid the tray into the oven, setting the timer. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted from the oven, making my stomach growl with anticipation. Twenty minutes later, the timer went off, and we took the muffins out of the oven. They were perfectly golden brown, with a crispy crust giving way to a soft, fluffy interior.

Demitra and I exchanged a look, and without a word, we knew what we had to do. We grabbed a muffin each and took a bite.

The flavors exploded in our mouths, and we both let out a satisfied sigh. "Mmm, these are amazing," Demitra said, her eyes closed in bliss.

I nodded, my mouth full. After swallowing, I replied, "Definitely. We make a great team."

Demitra smiled, her eyes sparkling. As we savored the sweetness of our freshly baked muffins, we shared a tender kiss, the warmth of the oven and the love in our hearts lingering between us.

#8.5 "Things I ✨️LOVE✨️ the idea of..." (because I can't share these things with people irl...)

Angel Dust x GN!Friend!Reader [Pt. 2]

What happens when Angel finds his bestie in heat? 🥵

CW: Reader going into heat, Fingering, Cursing, Oral sex, Self lubrication, Dirty Talk, Soft smut, Fluffy at the End, Crying during sex

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“Angel, I don't want to force you into anything..” You fist his shirt, “..but I trust you.” 

Angel lifted your head in his hands to look into your eyes, “You sure?” He asks, wanting to be absolutely positive that this is what you want. You nod, struggling to stand on shaky legs, leaning on him for support. He gives you a soft 'okay’ and lifts you up to set you on the bed. Leaning over, he lets you grab at his clothes. “Off..!” You whine, trying to slide his shirt up, feeling his chest. Angel sits up to quickly shed his shirt, but his hand stops underneath the waistband of his skirt, panting softly.

You bite your lip and spread your legs, watching his hands rather than his face. He can't help the blush that spreads down his neck as he watches you expose yourself to him, slick with your essence. He feels the blood rushing between his legs as he begins to do the same, pulling his skirt and panties down together. Your lips part as he reveals himself, quickly sitting up and rubbing your face on his thigh, hands coming to grasp his hips. “Mmm..can I?” You moan, placing wet open mouth kisses against his thighs. Angel hisses quietly and moves a hand to the top of your head, “Y-yeah..” He stutters out. 

With no hesitation, you move to nuzzle the base of his cock, lips sliding along the side before taking him into your mouth. His hands grip your hair, mimicking the moan you let out. “F-fuck babe!” Your eyes slowly close as you sloppily continue to suck, head bobbing back and forth, spit falling from your lips. A wandering hand finds its way between your legs, desperately humping your palm for any kind of friction. Angel accidently bucks his hips into your mouth, throwing his head back when he feels you choke on him. As much as he wanted to chase that feeling, he rips you off by your hair. 

Crying out you immediately start whimpering to have him back in your mouth, “N-no! Please! ‘M sorry..need it! Wanna keep going! Wanna-” He cuts you off with a messy kiss, climbing to lay on top of you. You arch into his chest, submissively opening your mouth to let his tongue explore. An embarrassing moan escapes you as your legs instinctively spread wide. Your hips move on their own, trying to catch the tip of his cock on your hole. “Angel, please! N-need you inside!” You whimper against his lips in the kiss. He pulls away slightly, two hands sliding down to your hips, while another moves between your legs. He bites his lip, looking at you with half lidded eyes, “Shit baby, you’re so messy..” He grits out, gathering the slick between your legs and shoves it into your hole. Frustrated, you snap at him, tears streaming down your face, “I can take it! F-fuck! Don't neeed..” Your body automatically folds in half at the sensation, and Angel pushes you to lay back down. 

“I've got you..gotta prep you first..” He grunts, pressing his finger deeper before pulling out to add another. Sobbing, you grip the sheets underneath you as he works you open, begging for his cock. He leans over you, pressing his chest against yours, trying to give you the contact that you need. Your arms quickly move to his shoulders and reclaim his lips as he adds another finger. Ghosting against his lips, you once again, try to convince him that you’re ready for him, “Angel, Please! Promise I’m ready, promise!” He slowly pulls his fingers from you, using the wetness to give himself a quick pump before rubbing it on your hole. You immediately tilt your hips up in an attempt to get him to move faster. The initial stretch lights your body on fire as you easily take him, forcing an unexpected orgasm from you. He leans down to cradle your head and sloshes his lips against yours to quiet the howling of your cries. He himself was struggling to keep quiet at the way your hole was desperately trying to milk him.

Not a stranger to overstimulation, he continued fucking you through completion and doubled down his efforts when you moan out for more. With two hands roughly grabbing your ass, he buries himself in you over and over, trying to give you exactly what you need. His other hand gently slides against you back holding you as he murmurs soft words of encouragement to you. “Doin’ so good, takin’ me so well b-baby,” He gasps, hip stuttering as he feels the heat growing in his groin. “So tight…gonna make me cum..s-shit!” Angel himself starts to moan at a higher pitch as he gets closer. “Y-yeah..! Yeah, fuck! W-where do you want it?!” He asks frantically, pressing his forehead against yours, as he whines “I’m gonna cum! Where do you want it!?”

Your legs tightly wrap around him and you pull him by his shoulders to put his weight on top of you. “Inside..need to feel it..need to feel you..” You mumble in his ear as he buries his face in your neck. He continues to roughly rut into you, even while holding you gently. Your head tilts and you bare your neck to him, panting out, “Mmm, please Angel!” Seeing you in such a submissive state throws him off the edge. He bites your neck as he cums, pumping himself to completion inside of you. The moment he finishes, you start to feel the heat from your body slowly diminish and the exhaustion sink in. As you continue to hold him just as tightly, you babble your gratitude to him, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

When he finishes, he sits up only to lean back down when he earns a soft cry from you. He shushes you and whispers, “Hey I’m not going anywhere..” You both lay still for sometime, feeling the rising and falling of each other’s chest and hearing the soft breaths of the other. His arms pull you closer to him as he maneuvers you both to lay on your sides, still keeping himself inside of you despite himself softening. When he goes to stroke your cheek, he realizes that you fell asleep and pulls a blanket over you both. There’s a pang in his chest as he watches you breathe, content that you’re finally calm after seeing you in distress when he initially came home. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep himself…

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Tbh when I started writing this and Pt. 1, I realized that I didn't know how to write a character in heat so I just tried to make them as desperate as possible... (0.0)

Hey I liked your writing on reader having to get in between Wolverine and Deadpool all the time 😆 it made me think what it would be like if they were crushing on you and there is a rivalry between them. If you could write what they’d do to win your favor or what shenanigans that would come with it 😂 subtle or not

These two weren’t fond of sharing.

So when the other finds that they have similar feelings towards you, the outcome is never good.

They’re childish in a way where if either Logan or Wade was coincidentally standing too close to you, the other was bound to notice and make a scene out of it, all the while you wished you were anywhere else in that moment.

The pair couldn’t get along even if they bothered to try as sooner or later they’d end up stabbing each other just because the other one was breathing too loudly or just merely existing.

And yet their feelings towards you ends up causing Logan and Wade to butt heads more often, especially if you were constantly teaming up together, with you often being their meditator in all their conflicts.

Wade was more vocal and borderline flirty when it came to interacting with you, he would crack jokes, boop you on the nose or even playfully smack you on the ass just to hear your yelp in surprise and become all flustered.

‘Plush ass you’ve got there, babe! wouldn’t mind laying my head on it sometime and use it as a beautiful fluffy pillow.’ - Wade, skipping away.

Wade could be quite clingy at times so there would be moments where you can barely escape the guy as he hanging on your side like a koala bear.

You: Wade can you let go.

Wade: and let go of my emotional support person? *gasp* Do you want me to die?

You: well considering how fast you regenerate, you technically can’t die-

Wade: do you hate me? Do you think I’m clingy?

You: no- well yes but-

Wade: you hate me!

Wade can be dramatic and the only way to shut him up is to just let him be in close proximity of you and allow him to talk your ear off about how good a dog parents you’d be to Dogpool.

Dogpool is your weakness, you could never say no to Dogpool and Wade knows this like the back of his hand and will use this as leverage over wolverine.

After all It’s not like he has a version of himself that was an actual wolverine or maybe even a honey badger in yellow spandex. So Wade counts this as a win on his end.

Logan on the other hand would be more subtle with his approach, even though to Wade, Logan’s subtly was as an dopey cow standing in a field of grass with how the scruffier man tended to keep by your side protectively; so much so that he might as well start growling at every person who ever laid eyes on you in general.

He’s a guard dog of a man in every sense of the word but how that came to be was from a whole lot of trauma and loosing people he’s ever cared about, so needless to say he won’t act like he’s interested in you at first, his heart had been wounded about as much as his body has and even had the mental scars to prove it.

He’s lived a long life of pain, fighting, suffering and heartache. He’s not going to falter so easily until you did something that made him feel safe enough to fall for you.

Once he has however it was impossible to go about the mission without him always wanting to stand guard by your side when he sees someone he doesn’t fully trust, always using his body as a shield for your own as Logan knew he could handle much more punishment then you could. So he’d rather avoid you being grievously hurt by any means possible.

He’d probably scold you if you ever were hurt as he was afraid that he might loose you, yet his hands were gentle but firm as they worked to patch your wound so it’d heal properly.

Wolverine: you’re an idiot you know.

You: wow I really feel the love over here.

Wolverine: *huffs* you expect me to kiss your ass when what you did was reckless and could’ve killed you? *his hands linger on your own even long after he’s done patching you up as though committing your warmth to memory*

Logan is a secret softy who wouldn’t push you away if you were to ever fall asleep on him, he’d grumble but that’s about it.

He’d even toss you his jacket if you were to ever complain about being too cold or leave it somewhere for you to take yourself, again he’d act like he didn’t want you to but he actually did with how he almost smiled upon seeing you looking comfortable in his jacket.

Logan is evidently more subtle about his crush on you then Wade is, or so he’d likes to think but Wade can messily tell he’s smitten when he sees how Logan’s eyes were quick to follow you in a crowded room with protectiveness and adoration.

Wade: aww has our dear friend taken the stick out of your ass and you fell in love?

Logan: *growls* fuck off Wade.

Wade: *holds his hands to his lips and gasps* oh my gosh! You have! Me too!

Logan: *looks at him* you what?!

Wade: yeah cats out of the bag, I like them too wolvie. you’re not the only one to find them cute, how close minded of you seriously.

They can’t share to save their lives, I’ve mentioned this before but they genuinely can’t even if they tried because one is them was bound to get jealous and try to take you away from the other.

Wade: do you really want to be near me grumpy all the time? Yawn fest much.

You: stop riling him up, you’re making Logan mad. Why are you like this?

Wade: maybe because you deserve to be in the company of someone who isn’t still unhealthily hung up on his previous red headed lover.

Logan: you shut your fucking mouth.

Wade: see! He’s not denying it!

You: I’m going to go now. *leaves*

Logan: you should make full time fuck head your job.

Wade: and you should make full time teenage brooder in a full grown man’s body who still isn’t over his first breakup yours.

The shenanigans that would occur between these two would be headache inducing to say the least.

The constant fights that would break out between them that you’d have to break up.

The bickering over who gets to act like a couple with you on missions. They might even play rock, paper, scissors multiple times behind your back.

Wade probably tried to trip Logan up in front of you once but it backfired when Logan made Wade trip up instead as he puts a hand on your lower back and guided you away from the poor Merc with a mouthful of dirt.