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I’m not a therapist!!

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born to smoke weed in the woods together forced into a supernatural love triangle

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This is what all their first interactions went right??

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Me after doing nothing all day :

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hot single dad in your area

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You’re gonna have to pry them from my cold dead hands 🍅🌸

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“Would You Fall in Love with Me Again” Vidow animatic. Big thanks to my sister @elebicheee for helping with the editing of this video I’m so happy with how it turned out!

Context under the cut for anyone that has questions:

This is a scenario where Vio spent more time than the manga implies on Shadow’s side, they became almost lovers, but as per the events of the manga Vio betrays him. After Ganon is defeated and the heroes don’t become one again (you can check my FS “Decorated Heroes AU” for more context on that) Vio dedicated himself to bringing Shadow back, he feels he owes him that much.

After many grueling years of trying Vio finally finds a way, only for Shadow to try and imply they shouldn’t be together because he’s only a monster made to do Ganon’s bidding, he’s not the selfless hero he and the others think he is! Vio isn’t having it though, breaking down and saying he’ll love him no matter who he is or what he’s done!

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Heres a visual aid as to how I imagine the reader and Logan's height difference in my fic and its sequel. That's the height difference but you can honestly imagine the reader to look like whatever obviously.

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Insecure Attraction Pt2- X-MEN 97!Logan X F!Reader

A/N: Back by popular demandddd

Wordcount: 2192

Summary: After avoiding Logan for two weeks a confrontation is in order.

Warnings: Unrequited love but is it tho? Reader is described as taller than Logan and is referred to as she/her but no physical descriptions are used. Lowkey Jean Grey slander but its due to jealousy and misunderstanding. Confessions. Suggestive themes and actions.

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It's been about two weeks since the danger room incident, and in that time you've managed to seamlessly avoid both Logan and Jean. 

And by seamlessly, you mean staying in your room unless absolutely necessary and darting out of any and every room whenever either of them makes an appearance. But hey, it has been working so far. 

It wasn't terribly hard, thankfully, you'd mainly had to avoid Jean. Who seemed determined to have a mature adult conversation with you about the subject. Absolutely not. The thought about having a conversation about this particular subject with the person who you were, probably unfairly, jealous of made you wanna crawl out of your skin. You'd seen her need to help in action during missions but never had you personally seen it manifest itself in her day to day life like this. 

From waiting for you outside of the lab after medical training with Hank to not-so-subtly following you out of the kitchen after meals, it was getting tedious. She was persistent, you'd give her that. Her recent behaviour had gained her odd looks from the other but she'd played it all off, never even mentioning you when they asked. Thankfully.

Now you were putting away this week's groceries after volunteering to do the shopping as a way to steer clear of the redhead. Now you were thinking that there was a flaw in your plan, because you'd spent almost forty minutes in the kitchen putting everything away and were constantly looking over your shoulder praying she wouldn't find you. You'd forgotten this particular bit of the chore.

“Need a hand?” You jumped and dropped the cereal box you were putting away, only to have it halt before hitting the ground and gently floating to its designated spot in the cupboard. Fuck.

“Uh-no, I'm fine.” Your voice definitely cracked. “You can go help Scott or whatever…” She stood smack in the middle of the exit, not making any indication that shell move. She was caging you in. 

The door wasn't an escape option anymore, but maybe the window…

You gazed at the large windows on the far side. Surely if you made a break for it right now you'd make it outside before she could stop you. Because screw having a conversation like adults.

“You've been avoiding me.” Her tone was matter-of-fact as she moved the rest of the groceries to their respective spots with her mind. That was probably why she was the one to usually do them. “I think we’ve misunderstood each other.” Without the distraction of putting the shopping away you awkwardly tried to find something to occupy your attention, anything would do so long as you didn't need to look at her. You settled on washing the few dishes left next to the sink, your back to the telepath.

“I don't know what you mean, we’re fine?” Was that a reply or a question?

“Right, that’s why you've been avoiding Logan and I for the past two weeks?” She almost sounded amused. The mention of his name made your stomach flip and your face heat with embarrassment.

“I haven't been-I don't know what-” You cleared your throat, “I've just been busy, that's all.” She hummed, and suddenly she was standing next to you, leaning on the counter and not for the first time you found yourself comparing the two of you. Jean was very pretty, in that girl-next-door type of way, and for all your jealousy, you had to admit she had a matching personality. It was easy to understand why Logan would like her and not you. You looked nothing like Jean, and you were nothing like her. It made you feel silly, that you unknowingly entered this competition for his affection when there was already a winner.

“He’s worried about you, you know.” That gave you pause, “He thinks you're angry with him, doesn't know what he did, so he's giving you space.”

“I'm not mad at him.” You said softly.

“I know,” She smirked, “You're mad at me.” You turned to face her, sputtering.

“I'm not-no-I'm not mad at you!” You weren't sure if that was the truth or not. “I've just been busy, it has nothing to do with either of you.” I'm the problem, you thought bitterly, unable to control my thoughts and feelings.

“Uh-huh,” She rolled her eyes. “Listen, I know Logan and I are close, but I promise it's not how you think. It used to be, but not anymore.”

“What?”

“Logan is very important to me, as a friend,” She emphasized the word. “He knows that, has for a while.”

“That hardly changes anything.” You said, sounding way more bitter than you intended. But it was the truth you supposed, you knew where you stood with him and that didn't change your feelings.

“Maybe not at first,” She agreed, grabbing one of the newly cleaned dishes and drying it, “But it's been a long time, and people move on.” You didn't say anything, so she continued. “He’s moved on.”

“And you would know that?”

“I would,” She answered surely, “Because I'm his friend, and he tells me things. Especially when he drinks.” She put away the dish and shot you a wink then looked around at the room. “Well, looks like the groceries are all done, so, i'll leave you to it.”

And then she left.

You stared after her, long after she was gone, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Later that night you were unable to sleep, laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Your mind was still reeling over Jean’s words.

He’s moved on.

And, alright. Maybe you had jumped to a couple of conclusions. Maybe they were just friends. Maybe he didn't like her like that anymore. But that didn't mean anything for you. Did it?

He’s worried about you.

You turned and buried your face in your pillow, groaning loudly. You weren't sure if that conversation made anything better or worse. All it did was confuse you. 

Logan was a pretty forward guy about almost everything, if he likes you as anything more than a friend, and that was a big if, you would know. Wouldn't you? 

Sitting up you looked at the clock on your nightstand. Three in the morning. You definitely aren't getting any sleep any time soon. Exiting your room as quietly as you could, you made your way to the kitchen, maybe eating something would help you sleep. 

The house was quiet, the only sound you registered was that of your bare feet on the wood floors. You saw light coming from the kitchen and even though you weren't up for dealing with anyone right now, you were already here so you continued.

Then you were faced with Logans back as he sat on the kitchen island nursing a beer. You stopped dead in your tracks, not fully registering the sight in front of you. It wasn't until he began to turn that you reacted and walked back a few paces and pressed your back against the wall. Heart hammering in your chest.

He didn't see you.

No way.

If you were very quiet you could slip away and he'd never-

“I know you're there bub, come out.” Fuck.

You weighed your options. And despite how tempting making a run for it was, it would definitely make things worse. Hesitantly, you took in a shaky breath and walked back to the kitchen door. He was still sitting, but now his body was turned to face you. His expression serious, making you unable to guess what he was thinking. 

He’s worried about you. Not the time.

“Hey…” You tried, and failed, to sound casual as you made your way in the kitchen, giving him a wide berth. 

“Hey.” He parroted, “Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah, you?” You weren't looking at him, just tried to be as natural as possible as you looked in the fridge, not really taking anything in. You needed to stop coming to the kitchen, it was becoming very dangerous as of late. 

He made a noise of agreement, but said nothing else. The silence was choking you, you could feel his eyes on the back of your head and suddenly everything Jean implied earlier today came rushing back to you. 

Grabbing a water bottle you closed the fridge carefully, then turned to leave and almost shrieked when you saw him standing right behind you, arms crossed as if he were contemplating something. He, like always, was looking up at you. The clear height difference between you two making you doubt everything you'd been considering after Jean’s conversation. Because even though Jean was a bit taller than him, and he'd still had feelings for her, you were quite a bit taller than both of them. And surely the exception he’d made for Jean’s height wouldn’t apply to such a stark difference.

“Everything okay?” You stuttered out clutching the water bottle to your chest, his gaze pinning you in place, keeping you between him and the fridge. The longer he stared the hotter your face got. Your heartbeat was so loud you were sure he’d be able to hear it even without his senses. 

“I was about to ask you the same,” He lowered his hands and took a step forward, making you step back with your bare back pressed to the cool metal of the fridge’s doors. “You've been avoiding me.” It wasn't a question, he was stating a fact, and the way he was looking at you was as if he was daring you to contradict him. You didn't. “Why?” His tone was gruff, almost demanding. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but no sound came out. You looked away from him. 

That was apparently the wrong thing to do because he reached up and gently grabbed your chin for a moment to make you look at him again. You wondered how hot your face could get before it classified as a fever.

“Hey,” He said, as if making sure all your attention was on him. “What’d I do bub?”

“What?” 

“You've been avoiding me, must've done somethin’.”

“No-you didn't, I just-” You shook your head slightly and closed your mouth, afraid of what might come out. 

“You just, what?”

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, feeling embarrassed. 

“For what?”

You just shook your head, looking down at the floor. For what felt like forever you both stood there, paused. Then you heard him exhale. 

“If this is about Jean-” Before he finished pronouncing her name, you looked up at him in pure panic before you could school yourself. “So it is about her.” He smirked up at you and you didn't know how to feel about that. “Wondered if that was the case, guess I was right.” He stepped forward and placed both hands on the door of the fridge, caging you in.

“Logan?” You felt suffocated, and you weren't sure if that was good or bad. But before you could say anything else you felt one of his hands behind your neck, pulling you down to meet his lips. You gasped and he used that to quickly deepen the kiss, as if he only had this moment to do so before you'd disappear forever. 

You melted into him, his tongue exploring your mouth mercilessly. His other hand snaked down and squeezed your waist pulling you closer to him making you gasp. It wasn't until he bit your lip and the hold on the bottle you'd been holding loosened and fell to the floor with a loud thump that you broke apart.  Your breath was heavy, matching his, as you stared down at him. The hand on the back of your neck made its way down to join his other hand around your waist, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“Been wanting to do that for a while.” He said slowly, leaning in to nip at your collarbone.

“O-oh.” You gasped, hands resting on his chest as he continued to kiss at your neck. “I thought you liked Jean. I didnt think youd find me attractive.” He paused.

“Have to be blind not to.” One of his hands trailed down and gave your ass a squeeze.

“It's just,” You gasped as he continued to leave kisses and bites over your neck, “I'm taller than you.” 

“You are.” He said absentmindedly, not stopping either his kisses or his wandering hands. 

“Doesn't that bother you?”

“Should it?”

“I dont know.” You played with the fabric of his shirt nervously. He hummed as if considering your words.

“Does it bother you?”

“No!” You said quickly, shaking your head. “It’s just-most people do. So i thought-”

“How bout’ you ask me next time instead of ignoring me for two weeks?” He gave your ass another squeeze emphasizing his point, “Could’ve been doin’ this much sooner.” He muttered.

“O-okay.” You nodded.

“Good.” Was the last thing he said before bending down and hooking a hand behind your knees to carry you. The rudeness of the action made you giggle as he made his way through the mansion up to his room.

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Insecure Attraction- X-MEN 97!Logan X F!Reader

A/N: I had to exorcise this from my system sksksksksksk. Might make a part two if anyone wants it.

Wordcount: 2142

Summary: Feelings grow like plants, and with plants come weeds that hinder that growth. After a close call on a mission Logan takes it upon himself to train you, and for a fleeting moment you think maybe your one-sided crush isn't as one-sided as you thought. Then you're interrupted, and jealousy rears its ugly head.

Warnings: Canon typical violence. Unrequited love but is it tho? Reader is described as taller than Logan and is referred to as she/her but no physical descriptions are used. Lowkey Jean Grey slander but its due to jealousy and misunderstanding.

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To say you'd spent most of your time in the mansion praying to whatever gods were out there that the telepaths on the property couldn't hear your thoughts was an understatement. Since you moved here everyone has been very welcoming and accommodating. And though you'd been a mutant your entire life, this was the first time you'd ever had to deal with mind readers. And that made you nervous.

Not because you had any sort of nefarious plans or dark treacherous secrets. But because you had a crush. A big one.

And you really, really, wanted to keep it under wraps because the thought of it ever turning into anything seemed so preposterous and far-fetched that your own feelings made you embarrassed. 

It started very slowly, your crush on Logan, so slow that by the time it had blossomed completely the roots were too deeply bedded to simply rip out. You didn't like him at first, he was brash, stubborn and pretty rude. And, not to mention, short. All things that you didn't like, at all. Surely. You'd entertained enough assholes in your life to want anything to do with him at all, and standing at almost six feet you knew how men reacted to feeling ‘lesser’. And by all accounts, you should want nothing to do with Logan-fucking-Howlett.

But here you were. It was strange how people's roles in one's mind changed without notice. 

Your powers were simple, being able to conjure panels of energy that you mostly used as shields for yourself or others. You had a pretty background position on the team, which you didn't mind at all given that before this you'd never really fought much. This relegated you to work on more ‘search and rescue’ missions after the big fights. Your panels allow you to keep buildings steady to give first responders time to get people out or keeping them safe during combat while they did their jobs. It was during these tasks that you saw the cracks in Logan’s gruff facade. 

It wasn't a secret that he all but ran towards the battlefield as soon as a skirmish started. But what most people didn't know was that he stayed, long after the battles ended. His body still healing from the damage, suit torn, he’d help anyone stuck under rubble, he'd take hits from falling debris in their place knowing that he could heal but they couldn't. 

“Fuck!” You heard his gruff voice nearby after the unmistakable sound of falling rubble and a fragile scream. You turned from the pillar you were holding in place to see Logan crouching over an elderly woman, a partially destroyed wall crumbled over his back.

“Logan!” You made sure it was safe to release your hold on the pillar before making your way to him carefully. There was some blood on his part but nothing he wouldn't walk away from. Making sure there was nothing stabbing him, you created a panel between his back and the shattered wall, keeping it firmly in place allowing him to move freely and carry the old woman to safety. Despite the obvious pain he was in he moved carefully, mindful of the old woman's fragility. You stared as he handed her carefully to the paramedics nodding wordlessly at her teary thank yous and walking away. It was only when you heard Scott call for your help that you released the wall you were holding in place, its impact on the floor waking you from your dazedness that you tore your gaze away from Logan's wounded back and continued to do your job. 

That was one of many moments that slowly chipped away at your crude first impression of him, and built something more for him inside your heart.

For the most part, you just observed from afar, convinced that this was enough for you. Because his heart already belonged to someone else. Because men don't like taller women. Because he wasn't the relationship-type unless it involved a certain redhead. Excuses, excuses, excuses. 

Every small act of kindness offered or thoughtful gestures that were meant only for those on the receiving end and no one else made the feeling in your chest tighter. Saving civilians, despite the very real possibility that they were mutant-hating bigots; Or offering reassurance to Morph when they were having a bad day. Every action just crushed your little heart bit by bit.

You wanted to bash your head against a wall.

Once you knew that Logan could be kind, it was impossible to not see every little act of kindness hidden beneath layers of brashness and sarcasm. Like right now.

After a particularly difficult mission you were overwhelmed by the amount of rubble and buildings you had to keep together as first responders cleared the area. Too overwhelmed to notice a rogue sentinel. Which would have gotten you killed, had Logan not been there.

Now you made your way through the simulation currently running in the danger room, dodging and redirecting attacks and falling debris thrown your way from the simulated sentinels. Logan though you didn't get enough time in the field, which made you rusty. And being rusty could mean death. Even though you knew this impromptu training session came from a place of care, you were perfectly fine with your rust. 

“This is so not necessary!” You yelled at him while taking cover behind an overturned vehicle, “I'm not a fighter, I'm a first responder!” A blast shot near your head and you turned and ran further away from the approaching sentinel.

“The Friends of Humanity and the sentinels won't care ‘bout that bub.” Logan answered sharply through the P.A. system, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “You're a mutant, that's all they'll see. They'll take any chance they can get to kill ya.” Blocking a direct shot from the sentinel you gasped in exhaustion and ran into an alley. “You're not gonna give em’ that chance.” 

Fuck. He definitely wasn't gonna let you out of here unless you took down that sentinel or you were too wounded to continue. And you preferred it be the former rather than the latter. Partially because the latter came with a scolding, but mostly because you didn't want to break anything during a training session of all things. You took a breath. You weren't great at attacks, mainly because you lacked the control it took to make a plan and then move it, but you could do them. You crouched and looked back at the sentinel, it lost sight of you but it was coming closer, scanning. If you could line your shot just right, you could probably take it down in one shot. You needed to move in close, your focus, or lack thereof, wouldn't allow for any sort of long range attack.

You sighed deeply, feeling the burn of exhaustion in your lungs, and ran out and towards the thing. It was scanning a nearby building, and so long as you didn’t make too much noise you'd have a few precious seconds to get close enough to decapitate the thing. But luck was not on your side since a car you jumped over decided to blast it’s alarm. Great, you'd definitely have to try launching a plane from much farther than you anticipated. The sentinel turned to face you, standing at attention it raised an arm and shot a beam in your direction. You got low, dodging as you rolled in its direction. You focused the shape of the plan in your mind, raised your hand as you ran in the machine's direction and similar to a pitcher, accumulating all the force and focus you could, you threw the thing in its direction. 

Your knees buckled under you, they hit the simulated pavement. You looked up to see that your plane had left a cut on the sentinels face, it was deep enough to incapacitate the thing, but not the decapitation you were planning. But it worked the same. The thing fell forward, debris piling around it and in all directions. But before it could reach you the simulation disappeared. You sighed in relief and sat back.

Logan entered the now empty danger room and approached you. He kneeled in front of you, a smirk on his face.

“Now that wasn't so hard, was it bub?” He asked sarcastically, making sure you weren't seriously injured, but aside from a few knicks and scratches you were fine. Content with that knowledge he offered a hand to you. “Next time we'll try two.”

“Hilarious.” You deadpanned, taking his hand as he hauled you to your feet. You took in the feel of his calloused hand in yours, and for a moment wondered how many times of hurt it took for someone with a near perfect healing factor to have hands as callous as his’. You swallowed the lump in your throat, and ignored the heat crawling from your hand up to your neck. “I am never doing this again, thank you.” You continued letting go of his hand, you looked down at him desperately hoping he couldn't tell how you were feeling inside. With his enhanced senses, you could never know, but you schooled your features.

“C’mon kid, my teachin’ aint that bad.” He chuckled looking up at you. The way he never hesitated looking up at you, never took a step back to measure your height against his, even the first time you met, always added fuel to the fire in your heart. Men were always weird about you being taller than them, but never Logan. Sometimes you wished he would, then maybe you'd be able to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds at a time.

“It's definitely intense.” You averted your gaze and bussied yourself with checking where you needed to have your uniform mended. Honestly unnecessary since Hank seemed to enjoy those tasks, but anything that could keep your gaze away from him was welcome. 

“You can handle it.” His voice was deep, husky. And for a single delusional moment you wondered if he was actually talking about the training. 

No. Surely not.

“Well, I'm glad one of us thinks so.” You tried to sound sarcastic, not flustered. You went to walk past him but he stopped you with a hold on your arm. You looked back at him, his gaze was serious, you ignored how it felt to have those eyes on you.

“I'm serious.” His voice was firm, his hand firm on your arm, not letting go. “You can handle this, you need to. You could've died out there.”

“I didn't, I'm fine.” 

“You almost weren't.” He grit his teeth, he brought up his other hand and held your other arm. Now you faced him fully. He was not letting you go. “I can't always be there to keep you safe, I need to know that you'll be okay even if I'm not there.”

“I-” You gaped at him, your face was so hot you feared you'd combust right there. You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but his hold was firm, the more you tried to escape him the firmer his hold became. “I appreciate the concern, but I promise I'm fine!”

“Listen-” The sudden swish of the entrance to the danger room cut him off. Both of you turned to face the door to find Jean Grey standing there. Instantly he dropped his hands, leaving you colder than you were before his touch.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, a hint of amusement on her face. “I can come back later.”

“No.” His answer was so immediate it felt like you'd been shot in the chest. “What do you need Jeannie?” He walked over to her, back to you. 

And there it was. 

She was his Jeannie. His everything. The girl he'd wait forever for even when she's clearly never looking his way, not really. For a moment you just watched them. The way he looked at her, the way she looked at him. Whatever they were saying was completely lost to you. The few feet between you and the pair felt like miles.

The other root took hold. Green and ugly. Jealousy. Was it fair to be so jealous over someone that would never be yours? The warm feeling in your chest turned cold, gripping and painful.

It wasn't fair. She has Scott, why was she still stringing Logan along?!-

Her gaze shot towards you, eyes wide.

Oh no.

no , no, no!

You'd thought too loud. She’d definitely heard you. Logan looked between the two of you, confused. He hesitated, but took a step towards you. 

You pushed past the pair, ignoring both their protests, heart hammering in your ears. If Logan called after you, you didn't hear him. 

You really hated living with telepaths.

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