POOLVERINE FIC RECS

POOLVERINE FIC RECS

(Pt. 5!)

ENJOY!! :DD I love doing these so much hehe

[go tell your girlfriend (that I’m your boyfriend) by ilmostro]

[wrapped around your finger by deadclaws (cracklingflames)]

[It Almost Worked by F1n_An0n]

POOLVERINE WEEK 2025 !

i had this idea stirring about , since everyone’s favourite yaoi dropped on the 22nd for premier screening and 26th for the states what if the fandom did a silly little ship week :) i had ideas for each days prompt already but was wondering how this would be taken !

proposed date ; JULY 22nd - JULY 29th

prompts under the cut ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ please feel free to rb and share to get this idea buzzing around !!

D1 - car scene / road trip

D2 - confessions / proposals

D3 - domesticity / first morning

D4 - double date / date night

D5 - accidents & aftermath

D6 - first (fight, time, kiss etc)

D7 - comfort / free day !

i’ve never been one to participate much in fandom and this is my first space where im this active so it would be amazing if everyone could come together for a cute little group thing :3

Since I've been playing Marvel Rivals, the marvel monkey braincell that's left in my brain from 2013 has activated and drew some deadpool.

Poolverine 12. Writer and editor au

“And how many fucking times have you tried calling this guy?” Logan asked Ellie who looked far too tired for it to only be Monday. 

“Three on Thursday, ten on Friday, and so far sixteen today.” He checked his watch, it was only 11am. 

“You sure he’s not dead?” The woman shook her head, sitting up straighter as she pulled her computer close. Logan came around to her side, watching as she typed away. A website he knew his daughter used to post memes and ‘shit-posts dad, it’s a hellsite’ came up. She logged in and second later had another account up. 

“He’s been blogging all night. Memes, pokemon fanart, some boobs on his private account. This is his main where fans sometimes send questions and he sometimes answers them. That question there.” She pointed to a question. ‘Why don’t you get off your lazy ass and reply to your goddamn editor’. “I asked him that at 2am.  

Logan scratched at his scruff as he read the reply. ‘My dear dear Ellie, suck my dick. I’ll send you the next chapter once I’m done.’

“And that’s the only communication he’s given you? When the hell is his book due?” He lent back. Ellie turned in her seat and shook her head at him. 

“No. I sent him another question and he made a post about authors needing time to see their babies grow or some shit. That’s the last I heard from him, but he reblogged a cat playing in snow about a minute ago.” She was back on her laptop, refreshing the page. “And some fanart for his series.”

“Hm.” Logan grunted looking over the screen once more. Deadpool, real name Wade Wilson was a handful. That’s how he went through six editors in two years. Ellie was at her wits end and had called in Logan to deal with him. Logan was the editor they called in as a last choice. He wasn’t afraid to barge into an author's house and harass them until they wrote. Charles, the owner of the publishing house, said to him that this guy might be his biggest task yet.  “And when is his book due?”

“Next monday. He has a week to get three chapters done, and for me to edit them. Charles wanted it half a month ago.”

“Got it. Pack up your laptop, we are going to give this little prick a visit.” 

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“Hey now, you’re an all star, something something, get paid.” A voice from the otherside of the door that the two editors stood at. Logan clenched his jaw as he knocked on the door. There was silence before a light patter of feet came to the door. Logan stood there with his arms crossed, Ellie just off to the side to not be seen by the author through the peephole. 

“Are you the dancer Dopinder got me for my birthday?” Came the voice on the other side of the door. Logan uncrossed his arms, and jutted out a hip. 

“Sure thing Bub. Open the door so we can get the party started, darlin’” The door was unlocked and thrown open with such speed it nearly got torn off its hinges. Logan didn’t waste another second, shouldering himself inside with Ellie on his heels. 

“What- Oh come on! You got me excited for nothing?” The man whine when he saw the woman enter. “What, did you get me this piece of eye candy in hopes to trade for the next chapter?”

Logan ignored the man as he looked around the room. Pizza boxes, random socks thrown on the floor, the dumbest looking dog he’d ever seen laying beside an open laptop. He moved towards the laptop and opened it up. 

“Chapter 23

What the actual fuck do I write here. They all died. The end.”

“Hey, that's private info that’s only supposed to be between me and the Xavier’s publishing house.” Wade had slapped the laptop out of Logan’s hands. It landed on the dog, who gave a disgruntled sniff and layed back down. 

“I am a fucking editor. He’s still working on chapter 23, what was the last chapter you got?” Ellie opened up her own laptop and was going through some documents. She looked a little less disheartened when she looked up again. 

“20.” Logan grabbed Wade by the shoulder and shoved him down beside the dog. With one hand holding him there, he bent down so they were face to face. He ignored the man’s pretty eyes as he spoke. 

“Here is what we are going to do Bub. You are going to give your editor those two chapters, then you and I are going to get the next few out. I don’t care if I have to tie you up and glue your hand’s to the fucking keyboard. You will start writing, and you will not stop until your fingers bleed. You are getting this done, today.” Wade looked from Logan to Ellie. 

“Where the hell did you find this guy? He’s going to get my dick hard, not get rid of my writer’s block.” Logan grabbed him, spun him around and pinned him on the floor, sitting on the man’s back. 

“I’m the editor they call when authors are being little shits.” Wade moaned into the floor and nodded. 

“Yeah, Okay. I can work with this. Sexy mafia boss business. Got a real bad boy air aboutcha ” 

“Send me the last two chapters Wade, and I can leave you two to… all this.” She waved a hand at them. Logan sat the computer in front of Wade, still sitting on his back. The man quickly sent the editor the last two chapters. He then opened his own document. 

“Chapter 23.

Write here about MC getting his fucking back blown out by some mafia boss-editor person.”

WIP update!! Flats are done!

Wade’s not having a fun time :(

I tried giving Logan a plaid shirt but my brain said no so he gets a plain red one instead :p sorry Wolvie ;-;

Mini Wade invaded my notes in class today again D:

Still working on proper Wade art but the universe is siphoning away all my drawing time ;-;

Logan when the fanboys call him or Wade straight 🤨

“I swear we’ll be alright, Red.”

It’s done!! Kinda scrapped the idea with the boxes because the vibes ended up being different but I do wanna do something else with them soon!

Poolverine have single handedly gotten me drawing regularly again o_o

(Art without the text below the cut because I’m indecisive)

This is the only thing keeping me afloat atm :,)