The’ Deadpool & Wolverine’ costars and musketeers have kept up their funny faux feud over the times
Hugh Jackman turns 56 moment, and what better way to celebrate than to take a walk down memory lane and examine the history of his” feud” with pal Ryan Reynolds?
Way before they teamed up to make Deadpool & Wolverine, Jackman revealed the onsets of their frequently-hysterical dynamic in a 2020 interview with The Daily Beast.
” It’s gone back so long now God, this is a classic sign where your feud has gone too long, where you do not indeed know why or how it started,” he said.
More lately, when they saw one another on the set of Deadpool & Wolverine, “ You came over and you went,’ Steve!'” Jackman recalled in a PEOPLE cover story, in which he and Reynolds, 47, interview one another about their 17- time fellowship. Added Reynolds playfully, “ Greg? No, don’t tell me.”
As we celebrate the actor who perfected the part of Wolverine to a tee, then’s a timeline of the ongoing feud and badinage between Hugh Jackman and Ryan Reynolds.
1. Scarlett Johansson might have had an unwitting hand in starting it.
Jackman told The Daily Beast it was Scarlett Johansson who might have started the feud, though he admitted to having trouble flashing back the origins at first.
The actor explained how he started teasing Reynolds over his recent( at the time) marriage to Johansson, 39. The two were married from 2008 to 2011 before Reynolds wed now- woman
Blake Lively in 2012.
“ I used to ream him because I was veritably close musketeers with Scarlett, and Scarlett had just married Ryan, so when he came on set I was like, ‘ Hey, you more be on your stylish behavior then, confidante, because I’m watching,’ and we started roasting each other that way, and also it all escalated with the Deadpool thing and him calling me out, and trying to manipulate me through social media to do what he wanted, ” Jackman explained.
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He putatively made their feud public in 2015 when he posted a videotape on his Instagram of Reynolds impersonating him — Australian accentuation and all — in his Deadpool makeup.
2. The feud originally substantially concentrated on Reynolds’ desire to make a Deadpool/ Wolverine film.
Since that time, Jackman and Reynolds, who met on the set of 2009’sX-Men Origins Wolverine, have continued their public trolling and set up ways to poke fun at one other on social media.
In January 2017, Reynolds made it clear he wanted to make a mashup movie featuring his Deadpool character with Jackman’s Wolverine.
Unfortunately for the Free Guy actor, Jackman hung up his Wolverine claws just months latterly in March with the release of Logan, his putatively final incursion as the ridiculous- book mutant. But that didn’t stop Reynolds, whose Deadpool & Wolverine dreams are now coming true.
“ I’ve no idea if I can change his mind, ” Reynolds told Variety of Jackman at the time. “ It’s the followership I would simply exploit that relationship to get Hugh back for another bone. ”
He echoed his statements to Entertainment Weekly latterly, saying, “ What we’re gonna have to do is move Hugh. However, I’m going to need to do what I can to get my internet musketeers back on board to help rally another cause down the line, If anything. ”
As Jackman told Variety, “ I’m scrupling. I could completely see how that’s the perfect fit. But the timing may be wrong. ”
3. Their capers have gauged times and included Christmases, birthdays and live performances.
Jackman and Reynolds have combed each other during the leaves and on each other’s birthdays.
Playing up on their hypercritically negative relationship in April 2018, Jackman tried to record a birthday communication for a addict on Twitter, only to be intruded by Reynolds’ Deadpool. As the actor started to record his well- wishes, Reynolds began singing in the background.
“ When you’re trying to record a sincere birthday communication. but are intruded by the least topmost showman, ” Jackman wrote on Twitter.
detracted by the song, he condemned the camera over to show Reynolds lying on a hostel bed in his full Deadpool costume, begirding “ hereafter” from Annie.
“ Don’t give him too important attention, ” Jackman said in the clip.
For Reynolds’ 42nd birthday, the brace had another ridiculous exchange on social media. Given the nature of their relationship, Jackman naturally celebrated his friend’s big day by trolling him.
“ Because I’m told that I AM THE NICEST joe and you’re NOT.@VancityReynolds I’ll let you clinch me. Just this formerly. On your birthday, ” he wrote alongside a picture of the brace embracing each other.
Reynolds snappily responded with a false claim. “ This man is a monster, ” he wrote. “ He’s not indeed from Australia. He’s from Milwaukee. ”
4. The brace putatively called a armistice.
In February 2019, Reynolds and Jackman announced on their respective social- media accounts that their friendly feud had officially come to an end.
As a way to mend their “ broken relationship, ” the two actors revealed their plans to make ads for each other’s companies — Reynolds’ Aviation Gin, Jackman’s Laughing Man Coffee — and, of course, each expected to out- do the other.
“ Official truce with@realhughjackman! ” Reynolds wrote alongside a black- and- white snapshot of the pair smiling as they shook hands. “ As a gesture of goodwill, I’m gonna make a beautiful ad for his company, Laughing Man Coffee. Can’t wait! ”
Jackman shared the same photo, captioning it, “ Official truce! I’m going to make the most amazing ad for Aviation Gin. And, look forward to seeing what@vancityreynolds comes up with in return. ”
Reynolds laterre-posted the same photo on his Instagram Stories from another user but it was edited to include a grenade in their hands, a pin from the explosive weapon in Reynolds’ mouth, and Jackman’s Wolverine claw behind his back in the mirror.
The spoof shot was captioned by Reynolds, “ Look closely. ”
5. They reignited their feud just months later.
It appears the two just could n’t stay away. That August, Reynolds and Jackman reignited the feud when the latter injured his hand during his one- man tour The Man. The Music. The Show.
“ The first time I’ve played#wolverine and, actually bled. Clearly, it’s@vancityreynolds fault, ” Jackman wrote over an image of a scratch on his knuckle. The bit reportedly included jokes about Reynolds and Jackman playing Wolverine.
Reynolds commented, “ I just do n’t think you’ve been practicing enough. ”
In 2020, Jackman wished his now- ex, Deborra- lee Jackman, a happy 24th anniversary in a heartfelt social- media communication.
“ These 24 times have been the stylish of my life! And, as far as I can see, we keep getting better, ” the actor identified a fogy image of himself and Deborra- lee, 68. “ I love you Debs with every fiber of my soul. Happy anniversary.# 24 ″
Reynolds used the anniversary post as an occasion to continue his ridiculous feud with Jackman. “ Hang in there, Deb, ” he teased in the commentary section on Instagram.
6. The jokes have expanded to include footwear.
Back in October 2021, Reynolds marked Jackman’s 53rd birthday by trolling theX-Men actor with a TikTok videotape of his socks which were published with Jackman’s face on them.
” Look I do not tell you how to celebrate Hugh Jackman’s birthday. So do not tell me,” he wrote, adding in the caption,” Socks to be Hugh.”
Jackman reposted Reynolds’ TikTok on his Instagram runner and addressed it in a videotape of his own, in which he thanked musketeers and suckers for their birthday wishes.
” I know there is been a lot of dispatches about Ryan’s post — him wearing socks with my face on them and wondering where you can get them,” the actor added, joking,” You can not get them anywhere because he made them himself, he stitched them himself.”
Jackman continued,” I know, it’s just really sad. But anyway, I guess you could ask him, he might darn you a brace or give you the bones he is been wearing.”
7. The actors have given true props to one another but the jokes are no way far out.
Jackman said that” a lot of people come up to” him talking about Reynolds.
” And I say,’ Shut up, I am not interested,'” he added, to which Reynolds responded with a laugh,” That tracks.”
But in soberness, Jackman told Reynolds that he believes him speaking about his experience with anxiety,” takes courage,” and has” helped a lot of people.”
And for Reynolds, the key to their fellowship, in part, is that they” calculate on each other for the real kind of advice that you want.”
8. Their friendly feud might have to do with Sexiest Man Alive.
During a common appearance on The View to promote Deadpool & Wolverine, the former Sexiest Man Alive titleholders recreated their covers after panelist Sara Haines suggested their beef might involve” contending covers.”
” Do not bring it up. We have done a lot of remedy,” Jackman fitted . still, he added that when the brace catch up, they” assume the disguise.”
” What am I doing there?” Reynolds asked of his cover before trying to casually lean back.” That is not comfortable.”
When John Legend was blazoned as PEOPLE’s Sexiest Man Alive in 2019, Jackman complimented the songster with a silly Instagram videotape exhibiting his own cover to a dismissive Reynolds.
” 99 of the time, People Magazine gets it right,” Jackman wrote in the caption before playfully dissing Reynolds.” But a word of caution. There’s the 1. exhibition A.”
9. They indeed beef in promotional material outside of Deadpool & Wolverine.
When Jackman took to social media to advertise a series of 12 musicales, named” From New York, with Love,” Reynolds naturally had to join him after their lengthy press stint.
Sitting on the same settee Reynolds used to reveal Jackman’s return as Wolverine, The Greatest Showman star unveiled his Radio City Music Hall shows before asking Reynolds if he wanted to come.
The Deadpool actor asked if he’d be a part of Jackman’s show, to which the star jokingly replied,” Absolutely!” to the camera, as he quietly signaled else.
” This is my time,” he rumored.
Following a loud montage of Jackman explaining his show and Reynolds putatively offering suggestions, Reynolds concluded,” I am not going to be in it?”
” On stage, no. But in my heart, yeah,” Jackman answered, stipulating that he needs his friend in the followership —( maybe indeed further down) and not in the factual show.
” It’s going to be the most amazing tech trial you have ever, ever been to,” Jackman joked.
” I have won the fellowship lottery,” Reynolds said with an undecided laugh.
My First Love and I Agreed to Travel the World Together After Retirement — But When I Arrived at the Meeting Spot, a Man Was Waiting for Me
When John returns to the bench where he and his first love once promised to reunite at 65, he doesn’t expect her husband to show up instead. But when the past collides with the present, old promises give way to unexpected beginnings… and a new kind of love steps quietly into the light.
When I was 17, Lucy was everything to me.
We had it all. From secret notes folded into squares and passed under desks, first kisses under the bleachers, promises whispered like prayers into the dark. And one of those promises was simple.
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“If we can’t be together now, let’s meet at 65, when we’re well into our lives. If we’re single, then let’s see where we’ll go. If we’re married, then we’ll catch up about our spouses and children if we have any… Deal?”
“Deal,” Lucy had said, smiling sadly.
We picked a place. A little park with a pond on the edge of a quiet city. A wooden bench, nestled beneath a pair of sprawling old trees. No matter what.
Life, of course, pulled us apart the way it always does. Her family moved across the ocean. I stayed, put down roots, lived a long and full life.
I did it all.
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Marriage, two kids, a messy divorce, five grandkids who now tower over me. But through it all. Birthdays, holidays, years stacked on years… but on Lucy’s birthday, I thought of her.
And when I turned 65, I packed a bag and went back to the city, and checked into a motel. I felt like 17 again.
Suddenly, life was bright again. Full of possibilities. Full of hope.
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The air was crisp, the trees dressed in golden jackets, and the sky hung low and soft, like it was holding its breath. I followed the winding path, each step slow, deliberate, like I was retracing a dream I wasn’t sure was real.
My hands were jammed into my coat pockets, my fingers curled tight around a photograph I didn’t need to look at anymore.
I saw it. The bench. Our bench. Still nestled between the two ancient trees, their branches reaching over like old friends leaning in close. The wood was darker than I remembered, worn smooth by time and weather… but it was still ours.
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And it wasn’t empty.
A man was sitting there. Mid-sixties, maybe a bit older. He had neatly trimmed gray hair and wore a charcoal suit that didn’t quite match the softness of the afternoon. He looked like he’d been waiting, but not with kindness.
He stood slowly as I approached, as if bracing himself for a confrontation.
“Are you John?” he asked, his voice flat.
“Yeah, I am,” I said, my heart inching into my throat. “Where’s Lucy? Who are you?”
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His eyes flickered once, but he held his posture. He looked like every breath cost him something.
“Arthur,” he said simply. “She’s not coming.”
“Why? Is she okay?” I froze.
He took a sharp breath, then let it out through his nose.
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“Well, John. Lucy is my wife,” he said tightly. “She’s been my wife for 35 years. She told me about your little agreement. I didn’t want her to come. So, I’m here to tell you… she’s not.“
His words landed like sleet. Wet, sharp, and unwanted.
And then, through the trees, over the sound of leaves skipping along the path, I heard footsteps.
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Quick. Light. Urgent.
A figure appeared, weaving through the golden blur of the afternoon. Small, fast, and breathless. Silver hair pulled back in a loose knot that bounced with every step. A scarf trailed behind her like a forgotten ribbon.
Lucy.
My Lucy.
“Lucy! What are you doing here?” Arthur spun around, startled, his eyes wide.
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She didn’t slow down. Her voice rang out. She sounded like herself but more… determined.
Clear. Controlled. Sharp as frost.
“Just because you tried to keep me locked up at home, Arthur, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t find a way out! You’re ridiculous for pulling that stunt!”
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She must’ve left right after him. Maybe she’d waited until he turned the corner. Maybe she watched him walk away and made her decision the moment that door clicked shut.
Whatever it was, the sight of her now… bold and defiant, stirred something in me. Something fierce. Something young.
Lucy stopped in front of me, chest rising and falling. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, from the sprint, maybe even from nerves. But her eyes, my God, those eyes, they softened when they met mine.
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“John,” she said gently, as though no years had passed at all. “I’m so glad to see you.”
Then she hugged me. Not out of politeness. Not for show. It was the kind of embrace that reached all the way back through time. One that said I never forgot about you. One that said you mattered all along.
Arthur cleared his throat behind us, sharp and intentional. And just like that, the spell broke.
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We ended up at a coffee shop nearby. The three of us, sitting in a triangle of awkward energy. Arthur scowled into his coffee. Lucy and I talked, haltingly at first, then like old friends who’d been on pause too long.
She showed me a picture of her daughter. I showed her my grandson’s graduation photo. Our voices filled the silence with old stories and echoes.
Then, suddenly, Lucy leaned across the table and brushed her fingers over mine. My body almost recoiled at her touch… Arthur was right there.
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“John,” she began softly. “Do you still have feelings for me? After all this time?”
I hesitated. I didn’t know how to answer this question. Maybe… maybe I did have feelings for her. But maybe they were just for the memory of who we were.
“Maybe a little,” I said. “But mostly, I’m just happy to see that you’re okay.”
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We parted ways without exchanging numbers. There were no grand declarations. No lingering stares. It was just a quiet understanding. Closure, I thought. The kind that aches but doesn’t… bleed.
Then, a week later, someone knocked on my door.
It was late afternoon. The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across the living room floor. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I shuffled to the door, still in socks, a mug of lukewarm tea in my hand. When I opened it, I blinked.
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Arthur.
He stood stiffly on my porch, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. His posture was defensive, like a man bracing for a swing.
“Are you planning on stealing my wife, John?” he asked bluntly, his eyes fixed somewhere over my shoulder.
“Excuse me?” I stared at him.
“She told me that you used to be in love with her,” he said. “Still might be. So, I’d like to know.”
I set the mug down on the side table in the hallway, my hands were suddenly unsteady.
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“I couldn’t steal Lucy even if I tried, Arthur. She’s not someone to be taken. She’s her own person. And she loves you. That’s enough for me. I was just honoring a promise that we made decades ago. I didn’t go to the park with any expectations other than to see Lucy all happy in her old age.”
Arthur looked like he didn’t know what to do with that. He rocked slightly on his heels, eyes scanning the floorboards.
“We’re having a barbecue next weekend, John,” he said after a moment of silence. “You’re invited, okay?”
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“Seriously?” I blinked.
“She wants you there,” he said, dragging each word out like it tasted bad to him. “And… Lucy wants to set you up with someone.”
The air between us thickened. He looked like he wanted to evaporate.
“And you’re okay with that?” I laughed.
“No, but I’m trying. Honestly, I am,” he sighed.
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“How did you even find me?” I called after him as he turned to leave.
“Lucy remembered your address. She said that you never moved and told me where to find you.”
And just like that, he walked off down the street, leaving behind silence and something unexpected: the sense that maybe this story simply wasn’t over yet.
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After Arthur left, I felt a surge of energy. It wasn’t about Lucy. It was true, what I’d told her husband. I didn’t have any expectations about Lucy and us rekindling what we’d had in our youth.
If I was truly honest with myself, I wasn’t sure about being in a relationship again. At my age, was it worth all the drama? I was fine with just being a grandfather.
I went about my day making French toast and humming to myself. I didn’t know who Lucy wanted to set me up with, but the thought of getting out of the house felt good.
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The next weekend, I showed up with a bottle of wine and low expectations.
Lucy greeted me with a hug and wink, the same way she used to years ago when we snuck off during school breaks. Arthur gave me a grunt that was more bark than bite. And before I could fully step into the backyard, Lucy looped her arm through mine.
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“Come help me pour drinks,” she said.
We walked into the kitchen, the clink of cutlery and hum of laughter drifting behind us. She opened the fridge, pulled out a pitcher of lemonade and handed me a glass.
“She’s here, you know,” Lucy said, pouring another glass of lemonade. “The woman that I’d like you to meet.”
“Really?” I asked, already knowing.
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“Grace, that’s her name,” Lucy smiled. “She’s a friend from the community center. She lost her husband six years ago. She reads like it’s a full-time job, volunteers at the library and she’s got a thing for terrible wine… and even worse puns. Seriously, John, she’s the kind of woman who remembers your birthday and shows up with carrot cake before you even ask.”
I glanced through the kitchen window. Grace was outside, laughing at something Arthur said, her sunhat slightly askew, earrings swinging. She looked comfortable.
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Open.
“She’s kind,” Lucy added, softer now. “The kind of kind that doesn’t need a spotlight, you know?”
“Why are you telling me all this?” I asked, sipping the lemonade.
Lucy looked at me for a long moment.
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“Because you’ve loved well, John. And you’ve lost hard… And I think it’s time you met someone who might just understand both.”
Back outside, Grace smiled when I approached her. We walked over grilled corn and folded lawn chairs, our conversation easy and light. She teased Arthur. She called me out for trying to win a card game by bluffing.
She laughed with her whole chest, head thrown back like the sky was in on the joke.
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After six months of letters tucked into books, long walks, and sunrise breakfasts at quiet coffee shops, Grace and I were officially dating. It wasn’t electric.
But it was true.
One day, the four of us took a trip to the ocean. A rental cottage. Seafood dinners. Late-night poker games.
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Arthur eventually stopped treating me like a threat and started calling me by my first name. Without ice in his voice. That was progress.
On the last day, I sat beside Lucy on the sand, warm light pouring over everything. Grace and Arthur were wading out into the water, half-challenging the waves.
“You don’t have to cling to the past, John,” Lucy said gently. “You’re allowed to move forward. But never forget what the past gave you. Never forget what Miranda gave you… a family. All of that is why you are who you are…”
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And in that moment, watching the two people we had grown to love splash in the sea, I realized she was right.
Lucy and I weren’t each other’s endings. But we’d helped each other begin again. And that was more than I’d ever hoped for. Maybe I needed more than just being a grandfather…
As the sun dipped lower, Grace walked back toward me, barefoot and glowing, a seashell cupped in her palm.
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“I found this,” she said, holding it out. “It’s chipped. But it’s also kind of perfect, don’t you think?”
“Like most good things,” I said, taking the shell and tracing the ridges with my thumb.
She sat beside me, her shoulder brushing mine. Neither of us spoke for a moment. The tide whispered its rhythm, slow and steady.
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“I saw you with Lucy,” Grace said softly. “I know you have history.”
“We were young,” I nodded. “But it was important.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m here, with you.”
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She didn’t look at me right away. Instead, she reached for my hand and laced her fingers through mine. Her skin was warm and familiar in a way that felt like it had taken a long time to earn.
“I don’t need to be your first,” she said. “Not at our old age anyway. But I just want to be someone who makes the rest of the story worth telling.”
I looked at her then, really looked, and felt something settle in my chest. A kind of peace I hadn’t known I needed.
“Oh, Gracie. You already are.”
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What would you have done?
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