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wolviez · 3 days
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he has been put in enough situations
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What’s gayer: kissing a man or an evil scientist inducing a hallucination of your best friend naked in the shower telling you he knows how you feel?
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milkymolle · 5 months
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i'm over 2 weeks late but happy 20th anniversary to the Most Important comic book cover of all time. here is my homage
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celticcatgirl2 · 8 days
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No Freaking way….
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scottxlogan · 4 months
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Misc. Wolverine in front of a mirror gifs
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waldmaerchen · 5 months
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Barely awake, locking hands
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X-MEN '97 - art by Russell Dauterman
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x-istential-crisis · 7 months
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Really love Wolvie in the red but also finding out that it’s been this long and no one’s ever even asked is so. Y’all be better friends to this poor man.
Uncanny X-Men #139
Chris Claremont and John Byrne
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kgficz · 9 months
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Trouble
Logan Howlett x Reader
Summary: You were on the run; trying to lay low and out of trouble until you find a bar and meet a certain someone in a cage fight.
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People gathered around the cage fight that was about to begin.
You watched as people were passing money back and forth, placing bets on the two men standing across from each other.
One of the men brought a cigar up to his lips, taking in a long breathe before blowing smoke down towards the ground.
He barely acknowledged the man standing across from him; despite the fact that he was almost twice the size of him and clearly itching for a fight.
The man finished off the cigar before flicking it onto the ground. As he looked up, his eyes locked with yours for a short moment.
You felt your chest tighten as you quickly looked down, not wanting to be acknowledged by him or anyone in this place.
When you looked up the fight had already started. You watching the other man land a punch to his face, causing you to flinch from how hard that hit was.
The man didn’t move an inch, barely reacting to such an intense blow.
He let out a grunt, his bottom teeth revealing themselves and he stepped forward.
His arm swung so quickly you almost missed it before his fast smashed into the cheek of the other man.
It took only a few seconds for the man to hit the floor; already knocked out from the hit.
The screams and shouts from around the cage filled the room and the ref announced the winner.
You turned around and walked over to the bar instead, noticing the bartender cleaning glasses in preparation for the crowd to come over and start drinking.
“What can I get ya?” He asked, barely looking up at you as you took a seat to in the corner.
“Oh nothing for me, thanks” you replied quickly, knowing you had no money to afford even a glass of a beer.
People started to gather around you, ordering drinks left and right as they complained about the fight.
You heard men grumbling over the fact that this man keeps winning every fight.
The man from the cage walked through them, ignoring their complaints before taking a seat next to you.
Your heart rate picked up as soon as he sat down, wishing he would’ve sat somewhere else instead.
He glanced over at you, giving you a small smile as though he sensed your anxiety.
You didn’t even get a chance to smile back before he took a swig of his whiskey and looked across the bar instead.
“That was fucking bullshit out there! I know you’re one of them” a man yelled in disgust, shoving the man next to you.
He continued to ignore him and drink his whiskey before the man knocked it out of his hand, the glass shattering on the ground in front of you.
You were already getting up, prepared to leave quickly.
“Good choice getting away from this.. mutant” the man remarked before spitting on the ground in front of the mutant.
You scoffed at the man, uninterested in any opinion that came out of his mouth.
The man began to step towards you, clearly unhappy with your reaction.
He barely took a step towards you before the mutant stood up, blocking his way and shooting him a nasty glare.
“Try and make me” the mutant replied, raising his brows in an attempt to provoke him.
The man raised his hands before the mutant grabbed his shirt, pushing him back against the wooden pillar behind him.
His other arm raised as his fist lined up to the man’s neck, three claws slowly coming out of his knuckles and grazing the man’s neck.
You breath lodged in your throat as you took a step back.
“Hey! You take that shit outside!” The bartender yelled, as if he has dealt this this many times before.
The mutant didn’t look back before slowly retracting his claws, giving the man a shove before fixed his jacket and stepped back.
The man snarled at him as he began to walk away, clearly wanted to say something else.
The mutant turned around to look over at you. “You alright?” He asked, his voice was low and gentle; not at all what you had expected after witnessing all of that.
You nodded quickly before reaching down to grab your bag, wanting to quickly get out of here.
Although you were getting so sick of running, it was clear to you that this was not the place to lay low.
You watched the mutant let out a sigh, worrying that he had scared you.
A feeling of regret came over you as you wished you didn’t look so keen to get away from him.
You reached out gently to touch his shoulder and give him a thankful smile.
For only a split moment, it seemed like his eyes lit up at you before he watched you walked out the door.
The cold air hit you immediately, urging you to turn back inside for some damn warmth.
Your teeth chattered as you took your first step forward, ready to walk down the road and find the next place you could stay at for a while.
As you neared the road you heart footsteps approaching you from behind.
You quickly turned around to see the man that was going after the mutant earlier.
“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” He slurred, the alcohol on his breath lingering in the air as he spoke.
You immediately took a step back, rolling your eyes at him.
“Piss off” you muttered, ready to turn around before he grabbed your shoulder; his fingers pressing into your skin.
“I suggest you take your hand off her” the mutant growled, walking up behind the man in front of you.
The mutant grabbed the man’s shoulder and pulled him, hauling his body onto the ground.
The man landed on his back, letting out a grunt as he hit the floor.
The mutants claws revealed themselves from his knuckles and he stared down, warning the man to back off.
The man stood to his feet slowly, looking over at you as if you were the one who ticked him off.
He let out a huff before turning around, realising there was no chance he was winning against this mutant. He shot a glare at the mutant, wishing he could take him on in some attempt to gain back his pride.
You watched the man walk into the bar before you looked up at the mutant, feeling grateful that he had intervened.
“Thank you for that” you said quietly, still feeling unnerved by everything that was going on.
His claws drew back into his knuckles before he looked over at you, giving you a nod.
“I’m Logan” he shared, waiting for you to introduce yourself.
“Uh, I’m Y/N” you replied softly, finding it difficult to look him in the eyes.
“Where are ya headin?” He asked.
“Honestly… I have no idea” you sighed.
He looked at your curiously, almost as though he was trying to read your mind.
There was no chance you were going to tell him you were on the run. You didn’t need anyone else involved in your shit.
“I can give you a ride to the next town if you need” he offered; his voice being gentle whenever he spoke to you.
He watched your face as you hesitated, a part of you wanted to say ‘yes’ although you hadn’t trusted a single person in such a long time.
“How far is it?” You asked, still debating on what you were going to do.
“A few hours, give or take” he answered quickly.
You let out a long breath; you really didn’t have any chance walking if that was the case. It was going with Logan, or freezing to death on the side of the ride.
“..okay” you replied softly, your eyes drifting down to the ground.
He gestured for you to follow as he walked over to his truck, opening the side door for you to get in.
You have him and quick thank you before lifting you back into the passenger seat and getting in.
He began driving down the road for what felt like ages before you decided to speak.
“Seriously thank you for doing this” you announced, wanting to show him your gratitude.
He responded with a smile, his eyes softening as he glanced over at you and then back toward the road.
“Does it hurt? When they come out” you asked curiously, gesturing towards his knuckles and the claws that came out.
“Every time” he replied, flexing his hands for a short moment as he kept his eyes on the road.
“Sorry for all the shit you must deal with” you said. “I guess a lot of people don’t like you guys” you added, feeling sorry for him.
“They ain’t all bad” he replied, giving you a grin.
You let out a chuckle as you looked down at your hands, twiddling your thumbs.
You felt oddly connected to him already; safer than you had felt in months. Maybe you’d stick with him a little longer.
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Obsessed with how slutty Wolverine looks in days of future past. Get your hands off your hips. Whore.
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fun-k-boards · 1 month
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GUYYYS ITS HERE THE TRAILER LOOK LOOK LOOK OMGGGSYWGHS THE IM SCREAMING
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THEYRE SO COKL MY BELOVEDS YOU FUCKERS BEST BELIEVE IM ABOUT TO DROP THE WORST X-MEN HEADCANONS AFTER THIS
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wolviez · 1 day
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milkymolle · 5 months
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just wanna take it easy
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celticcatgirl2 · 8 days
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We 👏 stan 👏 a 👏 REAL 👏 Healthcare Hero 👏
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒎𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕
this is part 2 of just a bet.
summary - when the reader left steve after finding out she was just a bet, she found a new home and a new family, followed by meeting the love of her life, logan.
warning - fluff, angst, swearing.
the gifs I use aren’t mine, divider by @newlips
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But every fairytale has a happy ending.
After everything that had happened with Steve and being a bet, I never thought I’d find love or trust someone again. But then he came along… Logan Howlett. Gaining the room's attention with his fluffy hair and bulging muscles, but what caught my attention was his ‘give no shit’ attitude and the fact that when we first met, he didn’t try to get into my pants or hit on me. Logan simply glared and snarled before walking away.
But I didn’t blame Logan for how he was because when he first met me. I was the same. I was closed off, and albeit I didn’t glare or snarl at him, I wasn’t exactly the friendliest, and it was all because of how one man and his friends managed to make me feel below myself and unloved. 
Over the years, Logan and I would briefly talk if needed, I don’t know when it started, but one day I woke and felt my heart begin to skip a beat whenever I’d look at him or catch him staring. I found that my cheeks would constantly become a rosy pink around him, and it scared the hell out of me because this was how I felt with Steve before everything happened, and I didn’t want to go through that pain again, even if it meant shielding myself from love forever.
It took a while for me to warm up to Logan, especially when he began to warm up to me. Charles told me that I was special and that Logan has always been grumpy, but he’s been more closed off ever since Jean. Which was a shock once I learnt everything that happened between the two and how she still chose Scott even though she made Logan feel special and made him think he had a chance.
In my mind, all of this was a mess. I spent time building walls just for this burly wolf-like man to walk into my life and knock them down. I remember when Logan and I had an actual conversation with no snarkiness or sarcasm, and it was just peaceful.
I’m standing outside, tending to the flowers, the one thing that brought me peace when I arrived here. “You know, staring isn’t polite.” I turn my head slightly, looking at Logan, taking in his white tank top and jeans as he leans against a tree, a cigar held loosely between his lips. His piercing blue eyes stare daggers into me over his sunglasses. 
Logan huffs as he pushes himself off the tree and walks over to me, “why are you always out here? Tending to these stupid weeds?” The deep rumble of his voice rolls off his tongue and sends shivers through my body. 
I squint up at him, the sun blinding me. “It calms me. The only thing that’s brought me peace out of this hellhole of a world.” Without thinking, Logan takes his sunglasses off and puts them on me. My heart nearly bursts out of my chest at the action, “thank you.” I give him a soft smile before looking down at the flowers with crimson cheeks.
“Do you mind if I join you?” He grunts, the question startles me. I shyly nod, never expecting those words to leave the man’s mouth. The thought of finally having someone to share this with causes my heart to warm, hopefully. 
Logan and I spend the next few hours talking, him sometimes helping me tend to the flowers or standing back watching me. His presence comforted me more than anyone’s had in my lifetime; for a second, it was scary.
I blink as the memory of our first real conversation flashes through my mind, and a gentle smile is brought to my face. “What’s got you all happy?” The sound of the familiar gruff voice still brings butterflies to my stomach. Logan walks into my view and bends down, pecking my lips. “Is there someone else I don’t know about, Mrs Howlett?” 
My breath hitches, one at his taste and two as he calls me by my new last name. I give him a bright smile, leaning forward to provide him with another kiss as our eyes connect. “Only you, Mr Howlett. It’ll only ever be you.” The feel of his arms wrapping around me causes me to feel safe, my eyes closing as I give my complete trust to my husband.
I know you all may be confused about the big jump, but I couldn’t give away the goods straight away now, could I? As you’ve seen, Logan and I didn’t like each other immediately, and then we slowly began warming up to one another. You saw our very first genuine conversion and then straight to us being married. I won’t let you miss our big day, so don’t worry! 
After our conversation, weeks went by of us continuing that pattern until he suddenly asked me on a date. At first, I was hesitant, and for obvious reasons, but he looked me in the eyes and told me he was a grown man and not a spoilt child. Just because someone else threw away a perfect toy doesn’t mean he will. And yes, he said toy, but I didn’t take offence to that because, honestly, what he said was sweet, especially from a man like Logan.
That day, he took me out on a picnic. Complimenting me on the pretty pastel yellow sundress I wore, he picked my favourite flowers and bought my favourite food. We sat, ate and shared stories. Our first date was when Logan found out how and who hurt me, and that was when I also learned about his past from him. He held me against his warm body when night fell as we watched the stars. That was the night we fell in love with each other, and many more dates came after before Logan brought me back to the exact spot of our first date and proposed. 
I never thought I’d find love again, but Logan brought me back to life, and I’m grateful. Now the day of our wedding was my favourite, I didn’t expect a tough man like Logan to cry, but he did.
My dress trailed behind me as I walked down the aisle toward my happiness. My eyes lit up with joy as they connected with Logan, who had tears rolling down his face. When I got close, Charles handed me off, offering us a smile. 
Logan and I looked at each other with nothing but love. Storm began to speak, and we both repeated what she said, never once taking our eyes off one another. Not even when we had to grab our rings before Storm could tell Logan he could now kiss the bride, I interrupt. 
“Kiss me,” I whispered, my voice soft and full of love. 
Logan raised a brow as he smiled, “You always order me about.”
“Kiss me.”
“Are you sure?” He murmured, his mouth curved into a wolfish smile. “Because once I do, I might not be able to–”
I grabbed the back of his head and yanked him down. Our lips connect and move with passion. His arms wrap around me, and large hands splayed on my back as he dips me. We both smile into the kiss as cheers explode from the seats. Logan and I slowly disconnect from one another, looking into each other’s eyes as we smile.
“I love you, Mr Howlett.”
“And I love you, Mrs Howlett.”
“Darling.” I blink as I’m brought out of another memory, and my eyes connect with Logan's blue ones. “Where’d you go again?” I offer a happy smile.
“I was remembering our wedding day.” Logan’s face breaks into a giant grin as he remembers it.
“Well, c’mon, there’s someone outside looking for ya, and Charles won’t tell me who.” I nod, standing up and walking out of the room with him. Our hands interlaced as we entered the main room. I tighten my grip on Logan’s hand as I feel the tension. 
“Logan said there was someone here for me?” I watch as my new family gulps before Charles rolls forward and says a name I’d never thought I’d hear again.
“Steve managed to find where you were, and he wouldn’t leave until you heard him out.” Charles rolls toward me, grabbing my hands and ignoring Logan’s growls. “We did try and make him leave, Y/n. Please know we would never try to hurt you intentionally.” 
“It’s okay, and I guess it was going to happen sooner or later.” I take a deep breath before turning toward the man who caused me trouble. “What do you want, Steve? I thought I told you to go to hell?” I hold back the smile, desperately trying to escape at Logan’s chuckle. 
Steve rubs the back of his neck as he goes to take a step toward me but reconsiders as Logan glares menacingly and growls. “I came to say I regret everything, and these past few years have been hell for me.” Steve stands tall, squaring his chest, when he realises Logan isn’t leaving my side. “I want you back. Don’t you want to be mine again?” I scrunch my nose at the words that leave his mouth, quickly placing my hand on Logan’s chest to stop him from ripping the man apart. 
I walk forward, desperately wanting to wipe the smug smirk that rests upon Steve’s face. “Steven, you would be the last man I’d ever get with if we were the only ones alive.” The smirk slowly slides off his face, but I don’t stop. “You may think you can get any woman you want even after ripping their hearts out and stomping on it because of how you look, but you didn’t always look like this, did you, Steve?” Feeling the anger deep inside, I get in his face. “Remember when you were just a little guy and women would mock you? They’d rip your heart out and pierce it with their heels because you weren’t worth their time.”
Steve gulps, looking at the group of people behind me for help, but all he receives are malicious smiles. Fear spiked within him when his eyes connected with Logan’s before quickly looking down at me. “Well, guess what, Stevie? You aren’t worth anyone’s time now, and god, I wish I could punch your stupid face for what you did to me.”
Steve smugly smiles. “Do it.” The taunting tone causes my fist to twitch. My eyes trail down his body before coming back up and connecting with his eyes. ‘Typical, men always think they know everything.’
“Alright.” I smile, pulling my fist back before a crunching sound fills the room as my fist connects with his nose. I watch as Steve falls to the ground and follow by leaning down, level with his ear. “You ever come near me again, and no one will ever find your body.” I stand and walk away, needing some air.
Logan’s POV.
‘Fuck, I desperately wanted to kiss the life out of my wife right now.’ I thought as I watched her leave, followed by everyone else. I walk over to the pathetic sack of meat on the ground. Swiftly pulling out a cigar and lighting it, I stand over him. 
Steve slowly looks up at the intimidating man, blood dripping from his broken nose. “I do care for her. She’s–”
“Not yours,” I gruffly finish. “They are my rings on her finger. It’s my name she’s taken, and it’s my bed, she shares.” I growl out the following words. “She is mine. So whether you care for her or not isn’t fucking relevant.” I grunt, puffing out some smoke with every word I speak. 
Steve swallows, a groan falling from his lips at the pain. “She was mine first.”
I roll my eyes, wanting to stick my claws through his chest to put myself out of this misery. “And you shouldn’t have been a dick. You made a bet and let her go, and that was your mistake.” Feeling done with the conversation, I walk in the direction my wife left. Leaving the mess on the floor. 
The moment I spot her, I let out a sigh of relief and make my way over with long strides, needing my wife in my arms. When I reach Y/n, my arms instinctively wrap around her as I nuzzle my face into her neck. “Mine.” 
She leans into me as she lets out a breathy whisper. “Yours.”
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thank you for reading!
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I hope you liked part 2 @paarthurnax59
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waldmaerchen · 3 months
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Post-Mission naps. Kurt is in charge of the music. In fact Logan just sat down and nibbed one headphone out of Kurt’s ear and now we have this situation.
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