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Cooking up a boss ass bitch
Parents (In Training)
Logan Howlett, Wade Wilson & College Kid!Reader with female pronouns/general descriptors
Requested?: No 2.6k words I've never written for either of these two before, so I'm sorry if it sucks. ______________________________________________________________ It all started for Logan the day after the get together Wade had when the two of them had returned from the TVA and saved the world.
A new timeline meant a new life for him, and that meant meeting new people whether he liked it or not.
He woke up in the morning, had got up from the couch that he was frequenting for the time being and made his way to the kitchen. Not everything from the party had been cleaned up, but that didn't bother him so long as he had a bottle to look forward to and a place to drink it.
He grabbed one of the half empty bottles of alcohol available on the counter, opening the top with practiced ease before bringing the mouth of the bottle to his own.
Or, rather, tried to.
Knock, knock, knock.
He looked at the windows, the sound of something knocking on glass alerting him to someone being outside. Maneuvering himself from around the counter, he checked the windows by the fire escape, seeing a young woman perched outside. Her hair was kind of messy, and she had a tied off plastic bag in her right hand. His brows furrowed as he looked at her. Who the hell was this? She wasn't at the party last night. He supposed she might've been one of those college kids coming home from their walk of shame. "You've got the wrong spot, bub. Go home." She gave an irritated glare at him before more insistently knocking at the window, maintaining eye contact. He gave an irritated growl, the sound starting to piss him off. "Let me in! I'm supposed to be here." the woman called from outside, her voice somewhat muffled by the glass. He shook his head. "I'm not falling for that. Get out of here!" he called back, gesturing with his right arm to shoo like a giant bug in his face. Then suddenly he saw her irritation turn to disappointment, and at first he thought he'd successfully got her out of the fire escape and out of his life. "My sweet Papaya!" Logan's teeth had grit from the sound of his roommate's voice. Shit.
Wade quickly scooted to the window, unlocking and opening it from his side and quickly moving aside, letting her in. "Hi Wade." she said with a smile that Logan could only describe as tired. "Hey, sweetie." he replied, pulling her into a hug, which she relaxed into, the bag she had in her hand thumping against Wade's back due to the momentum. Pulling away, she turned to look at the stranger in Wade's home. "Who's your boyfriend?" she asked the burnt man. "We're not boyfriends." Logan firmly denied. "Okay, lovers, husbands, friends with benefits, I don't care. Who are you?" "That, Papaya, is Logan. More people know him as Wolverine, to strike that bell in your head." Wade said before seemingly looking somewhere entirely away from her and Logan for no reason. "Quite the well known household name, one could say." She looked at Logan and gestured to Wade with furrowed brows and a tilted head of confusion. He merely shrugged in response, lost himself.
Wade looked back at the two before looking at her bag. "What's up with the bag of secrets?" She gave a groan before ripping open the top of it, revealing a carton of eggs, a deli container of ham, half an onion, and sliced cheeses. "I was going to surprise you with breakfast this morning, but your guard dog wouldn't let me in."
Wade gave a gasp of delight at her words. "Special breakfast for me? Marvel Jesus? Aw, you're my favorite disciple!" Her confusion only grew. "What Jesus?" she asked before she looked disappointedly at him. "Did you do coke with Al already?" "No, no! I've already established with people that Disney won't let me." the talkative man said, pushing her towards the kitchen. "Don't worry about it, just make us some of those sexy ass omelettes!" he said, giving a final push to have her pass the threshold of the living room/dining room to the kitchen. From inside the kitchen the two men heard her call back. "I don't like your funny words, magic man!" "Just cook!" Wade called back as he wandered back over to Logan, who looked at the other man with disapproval. "Who is that?" Logan asked. "That's the college girl from two floors up. I call her Papaya. She made some ice cream with it and shared it in the communal kitchen on the ground floor, and agh, it was stellar. She comes by and hangs out with me and Al when she has free time." Wade replied before turning his attention to the kitchen's door frame, pointedly speaking louder so she could hear him. "You would've met her last night had she decided to be social!" "Fuck you! I was up til midnight in the school library trying to finish a final that was due!" was heard in rebuttal from the kitchen.
"Yeah, yeah, just say you don't love me anymore. It would hurt less." Wade called back. "Hey, I can stop cooking!" she playfully threatened. He in turn gave an overdramatic and well chastised gasp, hand clutching his imaginary pearls and everything. It caused Logan to roll his eyes and finally start drinking from the bottle he'd opened up minutes ago. Felt more like years at this point.
Having seen the response, Wade felt the need to clarify. "No seriously, she has a gift. Her food? Almost better than sex." "Almost?" Papaya called from the kitchen. "I've had lots of great sex, girlie, I think I'm gonna need you to cook for me a few more times before I can say anything with certainty." he teased. "Ha, ha." was the final response for a little while, and while it wasn't completely silent due to Wade still running his mouth when he could, the sounds of what the woman in the kitchen was cooking, and the music she played while cooking, it was as close as Logan knew he could get for now. Admittedly, from his spot on the couch he couldn't help but think that it was almost nice. When the food came out, the three of them each had a plate of an omelette and some toast. Wade was the first to take a bite, releasing a pornographic moan and practically melting. It caused Logan to look at the other man weirdly, and it seemed the woman wasn't thrilled with it either, as she smacked him in the shoulder. "Dude, you're gonna ruin my hard work doing that. You're not a judge on Food Wars, no need to sound like you're gonna bust." "Not my fault you make nothing less than sexy food." Wade replied as he cut off another piece and continued to eat. Logan bit a piece of his own omelette and had to admit, it was good. Very good. The talkative man at the other end of the couch wasn't kidding. This was one of the better omelettes he'd had in his lifetime. _____________________________________________________________
And so it went from there.
Every so often she would come around and spend time with them, usually at least once a week. Sometimes she'd be able to spend time talking to them or showing them a new video game or some other interest she had that she wanted to share, other times she would be stuck in her textbooks and her laptop, needing to focus but also wanting company. As her laptop sticker said: home is where the wifi is. The days turned to weeks which then turned further into months and years. Before any of the three of them knew it, she was graduating at the end of this semester. The ceremony wouldn't be for a few more weeks, but there were some events on campus that the school was hosting to celebrate those who had put in the hard work to graduate. A few had passed by already; a barbecue yard party here, a dip and sip gathering there, but nothing really big. At least, that's what Logan thought. He had been making himself one of those seven minute flavored rice packages, having tossed the parcel away when he'd put the rice into the boiling water. But now he needed it again, so he was searching the trash for it, the package seemingly disappeared from the top of the garbage. He thought he had it, but he'd pulled out something else. A small paper poster. Graduate's Parents Gala Come enjoy your success with the people who support you as you prepare for your finals, and dance the night away! Hosted in the Performing Arts Center Starts at 9pm
It caused him to furrow his brows as he gazed down at the poster. Why wouldn't the kid tell them about this event? They'd told them about the other ones. Always stopped by, letting them know what the event was, and when she'd be back. But not this time. He checked the clock in the kitchen and saw that it was now nine. Briefly Logan wondered if she'd decided to go, and if she did then if she had made it there okay. Over time he'd come to care for the silly but serious woman who was doing her best. At times it even felt like she was his own kid. Well, his and Wade's, he supposed. There was a hiss behind him and a quickening of steps. "What the fuck, Richard? I know you're still getting used to this timeline, but cooking flavored rice can't be that much different between worlds." Wade said, turning off the stove top, the rice having had begun to boil over while Logan was preoccupied.
"Did the squirt tell you about this?" the adamantium bladed man asked, handing Wade the poster. He skimmed it quickly before looking at the other much more ripped man. "No. Maybe she decided not to go." Logan shook his head. "Nah, she told us she was going to all of the events just to say she did it, remember? She went to this." Wade looked at the poster, then looked Logan up and down before making eye contact with him, causing the latter man to stiffen up in discomfort under his gaze, knowing nothing good could come of this man. "No." he told the burnt man firmly.
Wade merely nodded, a smile growing on his face. "No!" Logan replied, glaring at him. However, as Wade pulled him away to the front door, he didn't put up much of a fight. ______________________________________________________________ Meanwhile at the gala she was sitting on the sidelines watching the many families enjoy themselves. She'd been spending time with her best friend and her father during the night, and the two girls were taking a moment to drink some of the punch as one of the slower dance songs played. "Are you sure? I can stay you know, if you want." her friend said. "I'm sure. Your dad came all the way from New Mexico to be here for you, go dance with him for the parent dances. I'll be fine. I'm not much of a dancer anyway." she replied. "But-" "Go dance with your dad or I'll fuck him and make you my stepchild." she playfully threatened, causing her friend to laugh and concede. "Alright, alright! Just...have fun okay?" her friend said. "Sure thing. Now get going." "I'm serious, girl. Just because your dumbass parents decided to suck doesn't mean you can't have a good time." Once her friend left she sighed, pulling out a flask and pouring some of the alcohol inside into her punch. She just hoped that Logan wouldn't mind. Putting the flask back in her bra she took a good sip of the mixed drink. Her gaze fell to the clock in the room. It was ten-thirty, and the event ended at midnight. She supposed she could always go home early, but she wanted to see all of the graduatory events through. When would she be able to do something like this again? "Now what's a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?" she heard a familiar voice say. Looking to her right she saw both Wade and Logan, dressed up in tuxedos. Wade's was the more vibrant of the two, with suspenders and a bowtie adorning his black and red color schemed suit, whereas Logan's was more of the standard suit type in dark blue with a yellow pocket handkerchief. Her eyes widened. "Guys! Wh-What're you two doing here?" she asked them, surprised to see that they were with her. "Well, a little birdie told us that there was an important event going on," Logan started. "And we'd be stupid to not take advice from birds." Wade finished. Logan smacked him in the chest, causing Wade to wince and rub at his diaphragm. "Sorry to disappoint you guys, but this is a parents event. I have parents." "Yeah, us." Wade said, sitting down next to her. "Look, I know you were probably holding out hope that mommy and daddy were going to walk through that door and apologize for all of the shit they'd put you through throughout the years, but Papaya, honey, sweetheart, light of my life...it's not happening. They're not coming." She looked at him with a sad glare before hitting him in the chest, causing him to groan and rub at it again. "You're so much like your father." he muttered, keeping up the charade.
Logan stood in front of her, looking down at her sitting form. "Hey Bub. I know I'm not your dad, and I know Wade certainly isn't mother material, but tonight isn't about us. It's about you." he said, handing her a piece of paper. Opening it up, it was the poster for the gala. 'Come enjoy your success with the people who support you' was highlighted. She looked at the poster, then up at him with a small smile tugging at her lips, and slightly teary eyes. He held his hand out to her. "What do you say, kid? Care to treat an old man to a dance?" It was then that the slow song was winding down. "But the song is over." A lively pop song started to play right after it ended, and Wade popped up. "Slow songs are boring to dance to anyway, come on let's have some fun!" he said, he and Logan each taking a hand and leading her to the dance floor. The dance floor came to life with the change in song, and the trio were no exception. With well crafted and improvised timing the two men danced with the woman they'd come to think of as a daughter, passing her back and forth between them as the songs went on. Even once with some help from her friend, she'd gotten the two of them to dance together without her. Then as the night waltzed on, the two were back against the wall with the chairs where they'd met up with their Papaya, watching her as she danced with her friends with a smile on her face and her eyes gleaming. "We did good, Peanut." "Yeah. She certainly seems happy." Logan replied, taking a quick sniff of her drink before huffing in mild annoyance. "Brat stole some of my whiskey." "Is that what you call it? From what I remember, you left it out on the coffee table, bottle opened but nothing drank." Wade said, calling Logan out on his facade. "Tch, whatever." "Oh come on, you can't tell me that seeing this doesn't make you happy." the red tuxed man said, gesturing to her with her friends. Logan's gaze softened as he watched them before reluctantly nodding. However, the peace couldn't last forever. "Do you think she'll call me dad now?" "Don't push it." "What about papa?" "No way." "I would ask about mom, but I think that's you. You have the bazongas for it." An annoyed growl, and the sound of metal. "Wade." "Just asking! Sheesh."
the art is just...
I LOVE IT! it's so pretty!^^
💍Marriage
Pat Pat ☺️😳
Cut animations from brothers egg they make me PHYSICALLY ILL
Sebastian he/him (the demon) and his partner mic they/them(the person).
Some OC's I wanted to share
My brother moved out. First time, finally adulting! Funny thing is the next day he came home for dinner because "i know how to use the oven, I just don't want to, not yet" I'm near positive if he didn't have access to take-away he would starve because he is a disaster in the kitchen.
Heritage of Pride, New York City, 24 June 1990
Photography by Robert Fisch
—and still you treat me no better than a hound!
Gm twin nation
Another warmup sketch featuring some dreamy ladies
Things I know about Side Order:
-Pearl and Marina are dating for real
-Agent Four is not there
-Agent Eight has a bad time
What is Frankenstein had a roommate?
Now, I am not talking about the monster. In the book, the monster was never named, so when I talk about Frankenstein I'm talking about Victor Frankenstein. So, Victor is a college kid in England, he just moved and he's getting an allowance from his father. He finds that the housing prices are a little higher than expected and he can't afford a flat. So he goes looking for a roommate. He meets a nice young man named Clark who goes to the same school and has a part-time job that can't quite cover rent. They move into a two-bedroom apartment near campus together. Clark is studying literature and is the sole reason Victor can eat (after an incident Victor was banned from the kitchen.) He helps pull Victor out of his books and is good for him. Victor helps Clark with schoolwork and tells him about all the new scientific discoveries. They eat dinner together every night and go on walks in the park. They enjoy each other's company. When Victor writes letters home he tells them all about Clark, how good of a chef he is and how social. Clark does the same, telling his family about how smart and determined Victor is. They stop being able to imagine life without each other. One night Victor says that once they part ways he'll miss Clark and that they should write often. Clark FREAKS OUT about this. He gets super upset cause he doesn't want this to stop. He likes being domestic with his friend and doesn't to live with anyone else. Clark likes Victor, even with all of his eccentricities. And that night Victor gets a letter from Elizabeth, and for the first time, he starts to wonder if he really wants to marry her. He realizes that he just wants to stay here in this flat with Clark.
A month later Victor starts going down the rabbit hole that leads to the creation of the monster. Despite Clark's best efforts Victor stays firmly lodged in his books. Clark gets worried and asks his parents if he could go for a visit. They agree and tell him that he should "Bring that Frankenstein boy you're always talking about." So Clark asks Victor to go meet his parents. Victor wants to but he sees this as the perfect time to work on the monster, so he declines. Clark leaves food and cooking instructions and sets off.
When Clark comes back the flat smells like herbs and has an underlying scent of decay. His mind immediately jumps to "Has Victor murdered someone?" He almost giggled. Victor? His sweet, shy, nerdy Victor? He couldn't kill someone if he tried. But someone else could murder Victor. Someone else could be in here right now. Clark steels himself and walks into the kitchen. It does look like someone was murdered, with body parts in jars and something vaguely humanoid on the table. He cringes and looks at the shelf. "Is that a jar of blood?" He vomits. Clark hears someone rushing into the room and Victor, his sweet Victor is there, carrying something wrapped in butcher paper. He puts the thing down on a chair and rushes to Clark, helping him to bed. Victor leaves for a bit when he comes back he climbs into the bed, snuggling up. It is winter, after all.
When he wakes up the fire is dead and Victor is still curled in his arms. Clark sighs and goes back to sleep.
They don't mention it. Victor's monster of a man never gets discussed. Victor works on it and Clark moves around it. He's sad to see his beloved friend losing himself in this way, but Clark can't do much. The only positive so far has been cuddling up in the same bed on cold nights. Besides that Victor doesn't talk or interact much. Clark decides to visit a friend for supper. He leaves Victor with his dinner and a quick kiss on the head. He's not sure when that started happening, but neither complained. Victor gives him a small, rare smile and mentions that the monster is almost complete.
When Clark gets back he finds Victor had left and the monster was sitting in his kitchen. He quickly deduced that, despite appearances, this is a giant toddler. Clark gives him some food and finds clothes for him. After the monster is asleep he sets to the task of scrubbing his kitchen.
Victor comes back the next day with a strange man. They both seem shocked at the monster sitting on the kitchen floor, eating an apple. Victor almost faints and Clark explains to the man, who he's found out is names Henry Clerival, that right now is not the best time and that it might be good for him to get a hotel room. Henry agrees and leaves after helping Victor to bed.
They name the monster Percy Frankenstein. Victor woke up and freaked out, but Clark told him to take responsibility for the person he created. Percy got Victor's old room after he moved in with Clark. They have reinforced all of the furniture so that Percy can use it. He's quickly able to talk and read. Some people cower but after getting to know Percy they find that he's truly quite sweet. He calls Victor his father and it's true enough. They're happy. And then the letter comes. It's from Victor's father, asking him to come home. It asserts that he's been gone for too long and heavily implies that it's high time he married Elizabeth. So Victor starts planning his trip. He says he will be gone for a month, and makes sure that Clark and Percy will be okay without him. The night before he is set to leave he starts to cry. Clark gets worried and Victor tells him that he doesn't want to go home, he doesn't want to get married to Elizabeth, and he wants to stay here. He says that it all feels so far removed, that he would much rather just stay with Clark and Percy thank you very much. Clark sympathizes, kissing him all over his face and telling him that it will be okay. He promises that he'll write every day, and he'll try to get Percy to do the same. He tells him not to marry Elizabeth if he doesn't want to and to come home as soon as possible.
Clark and Percy go with Victor to get a horse. He tearfully hugs Clark and his son. They exchange goodbyes and he's off. The first week goes by quickly. Clark misses having Victor in his bed, and Percy missed talking with his father, but it's overall very normal. They write letters every day, alternating who gets to write. Percy accidentally breaks a chair and starts to cry, but Clark reassures him and they write it as a funny story for Victor.
The next three weeks are the worst. They're both missing the third piece like crazy. Victor completes their puzzle, and it's awful without him. Percy's never been without his father for this long and is having meltdowns near daily. Clark misses cuddles and quick, scratchy kisses from when Victor forgets to shave. He misses the way that Victor forgets where he puts small things and how he looks so excited when he talks about something he's passionate about. He stops talking as much, let's the house go a bit, and just generally quits being himself.
The last two weeks are better. They're both looking forward to Victor's return. Clark starts to clean with a passion and Percy starts reading Paradise Lost at his father's recommendation. The pair are happier and start going out more. Percy loves walks in the park.
Then Victor's home. They weren't sure when he was going to be getting home, so Clark was surprised when he heard a key turn in a lock at ten o'clock at night. He was having trouble sleeping and had been reading after putting Percy to sleep. For the first time in a month, Victor came home. Clark was up immediately, crushing Victor in a hug that made him drop his bags. Victor said "I love you" and Clark said it back. Percy was asleep but he got a quick kiss on the head from his father.
Victor didn't marry Elizabeth. She and his father had both asked if he loved another. He answered that he loved her, but as a sister. Elizabeth was upset, but not surprised. She had expected this. He had known her from childhood and often called her cousin. He had had a lovely time despite this, but he was very glad to be home.
"I had a partner once. They called him Eyes, because he had to show me things. It's that bad."