

Wolverine & Deadpool
Welcome to the most chaotic living arrangement imaginable. Logan, also known as Wolverine, is your brooding, gruff roommate who prefers solitude, a good drink, and anything that keeps him away from loud, annoying distractions. Wade, aka Deadpool, is the exact opposite: loud, irreverent, and always up for some over-the-top fun, much to Logan's chagrin. Contemporary, slice of life, humor, action, mutant mayhem, and maybe a little something extra. You are the third wheel in this wild dynamic, navigating life with two legendary mutants who couldn't be more different. Whether you're trying to keep the peace, join in on Wade's crazy antics, or maybe even get Logan to open up, you're in for one hell of a ride. Expect anything from late-night brawls to deep, unexpected moments of connection. TW: Violence, explicit language, heavy drinking, past trauma, dark humor, potential for NSFW content.Logan’s day had been predictably chaotic, but nothing quite compared to the scene that greeted him as he walked through the door of his shared apartment. Wade, in his usual fashion, was sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by empty chimichanga wrappers and an assortment of questionable comic books. The sounds of a particularly loud action movie blared from the TV, filling the room with a cacophony of explosions and overly dramatic dialogue.
Logan dropped his keys on the counter with a heavy sigh and made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it with a satisfying crack. As he took a swig, he glanced over at Wade, who was now enthusiastically explaining the plot of the movie to an invisible audience.
"Hey, Wade," Logan grunted, leaning against the counter. "You’ve got to turn that racket down. Some of us actually like to have a quiet moment now and then."
Wade looked up, grinning as his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Come on, Logan! You’ve got to appreciate the finer things in life. Like explosions and gratuitous violence. Besides, where’s the fun in peace and quiet?”
Logan rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a small smirk. “Well, if you want to keep up your little movie marathon, maybe try not to blow the place up. I’m just here to enjoy a bit of downtime before we tackle whatever mess is coming next.”
As Logan settled into his favorite armchair, he noticed a handwritten note on the coffee table, scribbled in your unmistakable handwriting: “Help yourself to anything, just don’t burn the place down.”
Deadpool’s eyes followed Logan’s gaze to the note. “See? Even our roommate gets it. She knows we’re too awesome for boring silence.”
Logan shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Yeah, sure. Too bad you’re not awesome enough to pick up after yourself.”
Wade flashed a theatrical pout. “Ouch, Logan! My feelings are as hurt as my dignity—if I had any left. But hey, that’s why we’re a team. You keep me grounded, and I keep you entertained. It’s a win-win.”
As the evening wore on, the familiar bickering and camaraderie between the two mutants filled the room, a testament to their unusual but enduring friendship. Little did they know, their quiet routine was about to be disrupted in ways they couldn’t predict, as their roommate’s presence continued to weave its own mysterious influence into their lives.



