#Logan: threads

[immortalmuses]

@bothsidesofaquestion

Logan, calling Kurt on yet another payphone in some county jail south of bumfuck nowhere: babe come get me, I fucked up again.

[marvelforged]

@raregcms  sent:  Otousan...  I  need  you  to  distract  Daddy  for  a  couple  of  hours.  Luna  Snow  is  doing  a  pop-up  appearance  at  this  shop  in  Greenwich  Village  and  I  kind  of  already  have  a  Danger  Room  sim  tonight  I'm  supposed  to  do...  Pleeeeease?  (from  Teej  :D)

ㅤㅤㅤ“….Luna  Snow?”  Logan  echoes  the  name  doubtfully,  a  furrow  to  his  brow  as  he  tries  to  place  where  he's  heard  that  before.  Seems  like  every  day  there's  some  new  superhero  making  headlines,  the  ole  Canuckle  Head  can  hardly  keep  up  with  'em  all. 

ㅤㅤㅤHe  straightens  up  from  hunching  over  his  wood  working  bench,  manual  planer  still  in  hand,  and  eyes  TJ  with  one  eye  squinted.  “….is  there  gonna  be  fightin'  at  this  popper  thing?  How're  you  gettin'  to  Greenwich?”

ㅤㅤㅤAt  least  she's  asking.  If  it'd  been  Jubes,  Logan  would  have  found  an  open  window  and  a  cartoon  drawing  of  her  blowing  him  a  kiss.  The  older  mutant  sets  down  his  tools  and  reaches  for  the  rag  in  his  back  pocket,  wiping  his  hands.  He  figures  as  long  as  the  risk  is  low,  there's  no  harm  in  letting  Talia  play  a  little  hooky.  “Y'can  go  on  one  condition."  The  Canuck  says,  grin  poking  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  “…make  up  her  the  danger  room  sesh  by  joining  me  on  the  mansion  grounds  next  week.  Hunter-Prey,  and  y'gotta  catch  me  three  times.” 

[girlgvn]

💗 — open for f muses connection: daughter's best friend.

the kitchen was lit lowly only by a twin pair of candles at the center of the table. they had a sweet scent, cherry or something his daughter would have picked. his palm warmed the glass of scotch he'd been nursing, a single sip left in it now as he eyed the companion he'd gained across the table moments earlier. "couldn't sleep?" in the low lighting and finally alone, logan allowed himself to leer the way he avoided when his daughter was around, despite how desperate she'd seemingly been for his attention. his eyes scanned her face, all the way down to the tiny amount of cleavage where her oversized shirt had slipped off her shoulder and pooled low in the front. the corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smirk. "...or did you need something?"

[marvelforged]

Ok, well. Logan  knows  that  look  on  Kurt's  face.  He's  already  blown  it.

"Nothin'--"  He  says  quickly,  too  quickly.  The  Canuck  pauses  to  gentle  his  tone, clearing his throat,  "...Nothing  has  happened.  Just.  Another  normal  night."

There's  a  beat  of  silence  where  the  ‘but'  would  go,  if  Logan  was  dumb  enough  to  say  it  out  loud  (he  ain't).  Instead,  the  mutant  cuts  to  the  chase, 

“I  gave  TJ  permission  t'go  to  a  party-- uh, a very safe party,  so  long  as  she's  back  by  curfew.”

Logan holds up his palms, presenting Kurt with his most placating smile, "....don't get mad."

unprompted asks | /always/ accepting 💙💙💙

Mad? Not really.

Worried, more likely.

“What happened?”

[xixovart]

i made some of those twitter thread thingies w the sbg guys 🗣🗣

this is my coming out as an sbg fan ily red

[immortalmuses]

@merriemarvels sent: “Promise me you’ll never lie to me.” - for Logan from Jubilee >:3c

ㅤㅤㅤLogan stills, the axe in his hand hanging inert at his side. For a long moment, the Canuck doesn't say anything, a complicated expression flickering across his face.

ㅤㅤㅤ"...That's a bad bet, kid." He finally replies, hefting the axe once more and taking aim at a cross section of trunk. "And you know it."

ㅤㅤㅤLogan grunts as he swings, splitting the wood into two neat pieces. (Sometimes his claws aren't the best tool for the job). "...Spent half my life lying to myself. How'm I supposed to never do it to you?"

[marvelforged]

A silly starter that entered my head, for @bothsidesofaquestion

ㅤㅤㅤThat's it. Jogging? Logan hates it. It's officially for the birds. Or for the Elf, if the way Kurt's untroubled breathing and steady footfalls are anything to go by. Damn his extremely fit and tight behind.

ㅤㅤㅤ"I'm callin' it..." Logan huffs, slowing his pace to a walk and then unceremoniously sprawling, starfish-style, on the grass under a tree. "...The Wolverine ain't built for long distance runnin', Elf. Just leave me here t'die..."

[immortalmuses]

ㅤㅤㅤAt Talia's comment, Logan's grin widens. He knows he shouldn't encourage sneaking around behind a parent's back (especially a parent as rock-solid and attentive as Kurt is), but there's something undeniably satisfying about having a conspiratorial adventure with TJ that belongs just to the two of them.

ㅤㅤㅤLogan's not her bio-dad, he's well aware. He's not even necessarily trying to be TJ's Dad (God knows he makes for a lousy parent, that much is proven). But the Canuck can give her this… some time away from the Mansion, from the constant pressure of her heritage, her future obligations. Logan's no arbiter of the picket-fence-American-Dream (hell, he's not even American), but he figures every kid should get a shot at playing hooky to go get ice cream at least once.

ㅤㅤㅤ”Good thinkin', kid, let's make tracks.” Closing the passenger door once Talia is buckled in, the Canuck sweeps around to the driver's side and clambers into the cab. He almost doesn't bother with the seatbelt himself (always seemed kinda pointless with a healing factor), but the looming threat of a lecture from a pint-sized clone of Kurt convinces the mutant otherwise. Clipping in, Logan fires up the ignition and throws the old Chevy into gear. He checks the wing mirrors as they pull down the driveway, chuckling when he confirms they've departed undetected.

ㅤㅤㅤ“….Alright, I think we're in the clear. Next stop, Dairy Freeze.”

Talia stayed stoic and determined for exactly thirty seconds after Logan's counter-offer -- then a brilliant smile crossed her face and she nodded quickly. "Deal." She scampered away only long enough to grab her well-loved Bamfy doll off the stairs and tuck it under her elbow before hurrying to follow him. Normally going anywhere was a matter of instantaneous transportation -- Kurt would teleport, or her mother would use one of her spells. Getting to ride in one of the cars was exciting enough. Getting to ride in Logan's truck was a treat.

She put her doll on the seat and then climbed in, plunking on her bottom and immediately making sure to buckle herself in. Kurt was going to be perturbed that she didn't have her safety seat installed if he heard about this later, but what was an adventure without a little danger?

"We better hurry before Daddy gets home," she commented.

[hellamorte]

look. LOOK. i can't stop thinking about how logan could have stayed alongside cassandra, with all the voices in his head finally silenced and the pain gone, and yet he kept choosing wade's side, even though the guy kidnapped him, used him and lied to him i made an educated wish op!, even though logan seemed to have given up on the idea of fixing his own world already;

AND AND AND how logan couldn't watch wade die, even though he wanted him dead just a few hours ago; couldn't walk away just like he always did; how wade became so important to him he was ready to sacrifice himself for wade and his friends;

AND how dragging logan back into wade's world wasn't enough, he needed to become a part of it to save the timeline, to save himself, and wade — a stubborn fool he is — did it by latching onto him tightly sometimes literally 😏, intertwining their destinies and making logan a part of his world

and maybe that's exactly what logan needed. someone who would hold on to him, never give him up never let him down, run around and desert him 🎵❤️

[23fallencomets]

…anyway

In Another Life idea/snippet/word vomit

Toto’s name is being shouted across the garage, George’s trainer coming over with concerned look on his face. He’s been in this sport long enough to know there is something wrong with his driver, and knowing George, it’s something he shouldn’t have done.

“George is heading to the hospital.”

Fucking George, Toto thinks, trying to keep his expression from faltering. They had Qualifying in a few hours and George would have tried to make it, would have strong-armed his way into getting into the car if he could get away with it.

“With what?” He asks instead, truly worried for George, but also now mentally scrambling for who he was going to put in the car now. Kimi? Still too young and inexperienced in an F1 car. The Williams drivers? Who would they substitute with? There’s no way Toto is giving them Fred.

“Appendicitis.”

Toto resists the urge to face palm. What is it with drivers and appendicitis? The chatter around him grows silent as cheering erupts from outside, the faint sound of someone winning the F2 sprint race.

Curiosity spikes in him as some of the mechanics shake hands, grins wide on their faces. He leans over, the screens playing a replay of a blue car soaring past the checkered flag.

Logan Sargeant is the graphic that pops up, won from P16. He doesn’t have time to read the rest of the stats, not when James is in front of him somehow, Mick and Alex’s name on the tip of his tongue.

“What about your F2 driver?” Toto asks, cutting off James before he goes on a tangent about Mick’s and Alex’s performance; they’re good, Toto knows that, but his interest has been piqued by the American driver.

“Logan? He’s not ready.” James says immediately, “No, you have to go with either Alex or Mick.”

“Have? I don’t have to do anything you say James,” Toto reminds him, “Tell the kid I want to met him, he has potential, Vowles, look at him.” He motions to the screen that is showing another replay of Logan doing an easy overtake on one of the Campos drivers before forcing a Prema driver to yield.

Multiple emotions cross James’ face before he huffs, turning in his heel and storming out of the garage, pulling off the headset as he goes.

“He’s second in the championship by the way,” George’s trainer says, “If there was anyone to substitute George, he would want Logan to be the one.”

alright that’s all ya girl has got, this scene popped up on me while i was at work so enjoy it 😚

[loverbcys]

CLOSED - maxed out on separate replies

open to: m/f/nb - subs/bottoms

muse: logan hwang , a 32 year firefighter/personal trainer

plot: (we can uh uh in it) logan and your muse have been hooking up on the downlow, and are getting freaky in his car

possible connections: best friend with benefits, ex, sneaky link, wife's sister/brother, step sibling, gym partner, anything follow your heart tbh

"yeah babe, i'm running a bit late tonight, but i should be home in an hour or two- yeah- i miss you too, i'll see you soon baby." he spoke into the bluetooth of his car, his wife's voice on the other line, where she was blissfully unaware of the way one of logan's hands gripped the wheel as the other cradled the back of the head that was currently bobbing in his lap; the top of his porche down as he drove through the backroads. "i've got to go, traffics is getting bad- love you too."

[immortalmuses]

ㅤㅤㅤLogan pauses amidst his diligent precheck of the bike and its engine, straightening up to look at Morph with a curious scrutiny in his pale eyes. Weakling? He thinks, brow furrowing. Is that what the other mutant had said? Who th' hell's tellin' Morph they're a weakling?

ㅤㅤㅤ"Hang on--" The Canuck says, propping his hip against the motorcycle and crossing his arms over his chest. He levels a steady look at Morph, mouth pinched in one corner. "Before we head out…you know y'ain't no weakling, right? Not back then, and not now."

ㅤㅤㅤLogan's not much of a wordsmith, so he doubts he can voice his sentiments any better than that. But it's just the truth, the simple reality of all the two of them have endured over the years… of all that Morph has endured. Terrible shit happened to them, but they've manage to come through it stronger and more vibrant than ever. And Logan… he's so fucking grateful, for that.

ㅤㅤㅤ(He wishes he'd known then what he knows now.)

ㅤㅤㅤReaching for the helmet still sitting on the backseat of his bike, the Wolverine palms the curved top and holds it out to his companion, "…yer tough as hell, Morph. That's what I knew back then, and what I still know to be true now. I'm…" He pauses, clears his throat, "…m'sorry if I ever said somethin' to make you feel like that wasn't true."

They want to argue that with their morphing, they can pretty much regenerate if need be, but the look on Logan's face convinces them not to fight him too much on that front.

And the helmet would hide their blushing cheeks. "It's beautiful," they compliment the bike as they pick up the helmet. They try to forget the way that Logan's touch made their heart race moments before.

"But you're not going to kill me, Logan. Even if you drive right." They say with gusto, trying to turn it into some kind of quip. "I'm not the weakling I used to be in 1992."

A lot happened in five years. Most of it bad, but some of it good. Being back by Logan's side was definitely among the good things, even if they didn't dare express their feelings fully to their best friend. He seemed a little too hung up on Mrs Summers to allow room for them in his heart, in Morph's flawed and jaded opinion.

It wasn't like they deserved to be loved anyway, was it? But Logan caring for their safety makes them feel mushy and warm inside.

"Where are you taking me?" They wonder. Is it a surprise? Or does Logan want to share the information.

[capt-zjaybird]

[xixovart]

the return of the twitteroonies

part one!! part two??

[immortalmuses]

ㅤㅤㅤThere's something about this time of year that turns the inhabitants of the X-Mansion (hell, of all Krakoa) into a gaggle of mischief-drunk employees attending some off-the-rails office Christmas party. So it's unsurprising that there's sprigs of mistletoe hidden all over the house, much to Logan's grinchy bemusement. (Some of the stuff ain't even real, just plastic, which'll make it hell to find once the holidays are over).

ㅤㅤㅤThe Canuck's not exactly the type to need an excuse for indulging himself with a teammate or two, so neither is it a hardship when someone drags him into an empty doorway for a little diverting fun. As long as that someone isn't one of his kids.

ㅤㅤㅤ“—what, only four?” Logan grunts, elbowing Kitty gently in the side as she plants a kiss on his cheek. Smooching on someone is one thing, but Shadowcat's earnest, chaste affection somehow always catches the Canuck off guard. He grins at the younger mutant, blithely ignoring her 'gross' comment as he replies, “..nah, I'd lay down good money that it's at least double yer count.”

ㅤㅤㅤThose are odds he'd win, Logan knows. But mostly it's just fun to watch Kitty make disgusted faces like a normal teenager.

@euphoriabled

Closed Holiday Starter for @immortalmuses || Mistletoe Starter Call.

⸻ Kitty's nose scrunches as she looks up at the mistletoe hanging beside her and Logan. Of all the people she could have been under it with, of course it was her dad Logan. Letting out an amused chuckle, she tugs on his sleeve. ❝ You gonna bring some of the others to this spot later? I can name, like, four people who'd wanna partake in the festivities with you. ❞ Pressing a small kiss to his cheek, she lets out a small laugh. ❝ Which, by the way, is really gross to think about. ❞

[marvelforged]

Sent  from  the  Excellent  @perditos: Blood  dripped  from  Laura's  side.  Blackish  red,  rusting  into  a  brown  stain  in  her  suit.  Her  claws  retracted  into  her  hands  as  she  pressed  to  her  feet  and  flicked  dust  off  her  knees.  She  frowned,  twisting  enough  to  see  the  gash  in  her  side  close  and  heal  in  the  few  seconds  she  spent  looking  at  it.  Unconcerned  by  her  vanishing  injuries,  her  gaze  scanned  the  warehouse  -  the  piles  of  bodies,  the  flashing  computer  console  as  Logan  downloaded  the  data,  and  the  final  flicker,  flash  as  he  burned  out  the  hard  drive.  Mission  accomplished,  now  they  could  go  find  some  public  restroom  to  change  into  civvies  in  and  embark  on  the  long  drive  home.  Except,  predictably,  Laura's  stomach  growled. A  hamburger  and  fries  sounded  good  right  now. "We're  getting  dinner  before  we  head  back,  right?"  She  asked  Logan.  They  convened  on  the  far  side  of  the  warehouse  and  headed  towards  the  door,  "I  got  more  bad  guys  tonight,  so  that  means  you're  buying."

ㅤㅤㅤLogan's  always  gratified  when  these  data  retrieval  missions  end  up  being  pretty straight-forward.  Get  in;  Put  down  the  few  henchmen  that  ain't  got  enough  sense  to  flee;  Then  plug  a  jumpstick  (courtesy  o'Hank)  into  the  waiting  computer  terminal.  Bingo,  Mission Success.  Anything  more  tech-savvy than that  just  puts  the  Canuckle  Head  in  a  sour  mood.  He  can  use  technology  (despite  what  Jubilation  says),  he'd  just  rather…  not.

ㅤㅤㅤLogan's  watching  the  computer  monitor  and  ignoring  the  itch  of  drying  blood  on  the  back  of  his  neck  (his  blood?  nah)  when  Laura  levers  to  her  feet  behind  him.  Even  from  across  the  room,  he  can  hear  the  other  Snikt's  stomach  growl.  The  Canuck  grins. 

ㅤㅤㅤ“Heh.  Sure.  Why  not.”  Logan  replies,  yanking  the  stick  out  of  its  port  and  pocketing  it.  He  turns  to  survey  the  scattered  bodies  on  the  warehouse  floor,  jaw  jutting  out mulishly  as  he  mentally  tallies  each henchman's mortal  wounds  by  their  claw  count.  Damn,  Laura's  right.  6  Two-Claw  kills  to  his  4.  He  must  be  gettin'  slow  in  his  old  age…

ㅤㅤㅤFalling  into  step  beside  the  other  Wolverine,  Logan  grunts,  “--  Fine,  but  the  limit's  three  burgers  each,  plus  sides.  I'm  not  risking  runnin'  a  credit  card  out  here  and  leaving  some  kinda  paper  trail.”  He  shoulders  open  the  door  into  the  gloom  of  early  evening,  keeping  pace  with  Laura  as  they  melt  into  the  woods  surrounding  the  rural  warehouse  center.  The  place  hadn't  been  particularly  well  guarded  for  being  out  in  the  middle  of  nowhere,  but  Logan  doesn't  want  to  count  out  the  possibility  of  a  silent  alarm.  If  nothin'  else,  someone  is  gonna  notice  that  their  computer  system's  no  longer  connecting  to  the  network. 

ㅤㅤㅤThe  road  to  civilization  ain't  far  off,  but  the  Wolverines  stick  to  this  strip  of  forest  for  as  long  as  it  lasts.  As  they  near  the  closest  town,  Logan  directs  them  southward  until  he  and  Laura  can  collect  the  duffel  of  spare  clothes  they'd  left  stashed  in  the  hollow  of  a  tree.  Shouldering  the  bag,  he  jerks  a  thumb  at  the distant  light  pollution  keeping  the  woods  in  perpetual  twilight.  “…  Town's  thatta  way.  Y'wanna  change  somewhere  with  runnin'  water?  Then  we  can  see  what  kinda  Greasy  Spoon  they  got.”