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PEDRO PASCAL as Joel Miller THE LAST OF US | Season Two

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so like… maybe i’ve fallen victim to the logan howlett to joel miller pipeline

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If you're receiving this, it means I enjoy your writing and appreciate you sharing it with us! To celebrate, use this as an opportunity to talk about your favorite fic(s) that you have written. Uplift yourself, and then pass this along to your favorite fic writers to uplift them! 🩷

thank you so much lub!! and right back at ya, your writing is incredible 💖

as an angst girlie, my favourite would have to be my mistakes were made for you. losing old man!logan and finding solace in worst!logan? healing each other in the process? that idea broke my heart and i just had to bring it to life. i'm always nervous about posting smut, but i was over the moon after reading all the incredibly lovely comments. so thank you!

as for a close second, i'd have to say i only want to be with you. origins!logan lingers in my thoughts and dreams all day long. and who doesn't want to live the most domestic life with that man? simply put, i love him. and this fic is just me fantasising about a pretty cabin tucked away in the mountains and doing absolutely nothing, but loving that gorgeous man.

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GIFTOBER 2023 | Day #17: "Mirrors". Wolverine and Mirrors in Logan (2017)

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Logan (2017)

Dont repost/steal

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“You wanted the animal, Colonel. You got it.” - X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE (2009)

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X2: X-Men United (2003) dir. Bryan Singer

“You picked the wrong house, bub.” 

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COWBOY LOGAN. I NEED TO KNOW.

cowboy!logan will ruin your life.

and not in the way you'd think. the envious spin tales of a whirlwind, a wild card. but the real danger isn't that he'll leave you weeping into your pillow. no. instead, he'll make you question every lifetime you lived before him, every touch that wasn't his. he'll make the familiar feel foreign, the predictable feel suffocating.

cowboy!logan won't ruin your life in the way they all warn. he'll steal your past by gifting a present so alive that you'll never look back with anything but a wistful smile at the life you didn't yet know was missing everything.

i don't have a cohesive plot yet, but it's essentially a continuation/exploration of this post i made a while ago!!

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OH.

THAT’S HOT. Having the upper hand on Logan? Whatever this is, I’m 100% on board. And the fact that they can grow old together? 🥹🥹🥹 Lina, this is gripping, I’m so excited to read more of this dynamic!!

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲!𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

this will be the new series that I will start writing. fem!reader ✮ (this was longer than I planned lol)

Logan first notices your scent before he ever lays eyes on you. It’s wrong—not in a way that triggers alarm, but in a way that lingers, hooks into his gut, makes his hackles rise. And he knows something is off.

You, on the other hand? You love his reaction. The way his nostrils flare, his jaw tightens. He knows exactly what you are, and it pisses him off.

When he finally sees you, it’s worse. You don’t just look at him—you watch him, head tilted like you’re deciding whether he’s prey or something worth keeping. The smirk that tugs at your lips tells him you already know the answer. “What the hell are you doin’ here, bloodsucker?” “Ooooh, ‘bloodsucker’? I like that. Got any more pet names for me, sweetheart? Or do you prefer darling or even Wolvie?"

Logan notices the way you never cast a shadow. Or maybe you do, but it’s wrong, not like the old myths just slightly out of step with the world around you. He doesn't ask, doesn't let on that he’s watching, but he is. He always is.

Your presence at the Mansion is… controversial. Some trust you. Some don’t. Logan? He definitely doesn’t. A vampire—even a half-blood—walking around this place? Among kids? Among his people? It doesn’t sit right with him.

He doesn’t have much experience with vampires, but he knows enough to be wary. They hunt, they feed, they take. And Charles, in all his optimism, just let you in?

Logan’s first reaction is to keep his distance. He’s had some run-ins with vampires before, and they’ve never ended well. But you? You don’t play by the same rules.You don’t act like a monster. Not entirely. You laugh too much, tease too easily. You fit into the world like you belong, like you’re not something that should have died long ago. And that unsettles him more than anything.

You’re not afraid of him. You match his pace, his grit, his unspoken challenges. You treat him like he’s the dangerous one—but you’re still standing too close.

He has a heightened sense of smell, which means your scent gets under his skin fast. It clings to his jacket, his sheets, his goddamn hands after you’ve brushed past him.

Logan’s never been one for patience, but when it comes to you, he’s got a terrible kind of self-control.

He hates that you hear things he doesn’t. His senses are sharper than any human’s, but you? You hear his heartbeat stutter when your lips get too close, the sharp hitch in his breath when your nails graze his back. It’s infuriating, intoxicating. You can hear the steady, powerful rhythm of his heart from miles away. You love pushing his buttons just to hear it race. You can track a prey just by the scent of fear. Logan’s used to being the apex predator—until you prove otherwise.

You can move faster than he can react. He’s quick, but you? You’re instantaneous. One second you’re in front of him, the next, you’re behind him, whispering in his ear just to piss him off.

Your healing is good—but his is better. You heal significantly faster than a human, but you don’t have Logan’s instant regeneration. Deep wounds still take time, silver burns like hell, and decapitation? Well, you won’t be getting up from that.

You can eat regular food, but it tastes... off. Everything is duller, less satisfying. So you prefer the bags of blood.

The first time he sees you in a fight, his instinct is to jump in. Because you can’t be trusted, because what if you turn on them—

But you don’t. You protect them. The same way he does. And he hates it, but he feels the shift in his gut.

After that, he watches you differently. It’s not suspicion anymore. It’s something closer to understanding—but he’s still not sure if he’s ready to admit that.

You keep teasing him about being a walking blood bag. What makes him give you a warning look.

You don’t drink from him—at first. But Logan’s healing factor means he’s basically a never-ending buffet, and he knows it. He dare you to do it, just once. Just to see what it feels like.

And when you do? Oh, baby. It’s not just about hunger—it’s about possession. About trust. And Logan? He trusts no one—but he lets you.

Maybe you only take a little. Maybe you’re careful. But Logan? He’s wrecked. His body likes it. Too much. His instincts like it. His grip tightens, his breathing shudders. He wants it in a way that should terrify him—but it doesn’t. "You alright there, tough guy?" "Shut up." (He absolutely isn't alright.)

Logan doesn't sleep much, and you, half-vampires can sleep but don’t always need to. Somehow, you always end up finding each other in the dead of night, standing too close, saying too little.

Logan starts noticing your absence. If you leave for too long, his mood plummets. He gets restless, agitated. The next time you show up, he barely lets you breathe before he's in your space.

Unlike him, though, you will keep aging—just so slowly that it’s almost imperceptible. You’ll never grow old the way humans do, but eventually, in a few hundred years, maybe there will be the slightest change. He wonders if he’ll still be around to see it.

You both understand what it’s like to outlive people you love. It’s why you keep your distance. Why he keeps his distance. But somehow, you both end up in each other’s orbit anyway.

Logan is a survivor. You’re a predator. Different instincts, but the same result: both of you are still here, no matter what the world has thrown at you.

Logan’s blood is different. You don’t know why, but the scent of it is intoxicating, richer, laced with something wild. If you weren’t careful, you’d be obsessed.

Your fangs retract. They’re not always visible, but they click into place when you’re angry, hungry, or threatened. Logan has a habit of watching your mouth just to see when they appear.

The first time someone tries to stake you, Logan loses his mind. There’s no hesitation—just claws, blood, and a guttural snarl as he rips them apart. Afterward, his hands shake when he cups your face, checking for wounds. When any bloodsucker gets too close, when they get a little too interested in what’s his, they don’t get a second chance. “They weren’t even a threat,” you sigh, stepping over the body. Logan just rolls his shoulders, eyes still dark. “they were lookin’ at you.”

But when the fight is real, when the stakes are high, Logan is always the first one throwing himself between you and danger. He knows you can handle yourself, but his instincts don’t care. “I had that.” “Yeah? Well, now you don’t.”

You don’t need warmth, but Logan? He runs hot. You start stealing his flannels, not because you’re cold, but because they smell like him. He pretends to be annoyed, but when you aren’t looking, he just smirks.

One night, you crawl into bed with him, just to see if he’ll let you. he does. You’re cold, but he runs hot, and when you press against him, he just sighs, dragging a hand up your back, tracing the curve of your spine. “can’t believe I’m lettin’ a damn vampire cuddle me,” he mutters. “can’t believe a damn werewolf is such a good pillow,” you whisper back, biting back a grin. He huffs. “not a werewolf.” But he doesn’t let go.

When you two finally start dating, you always run your fingers through his hair, press lazy kisses to his temple... It’s not perfect. His nightmares still come. But you’re always there when he wakes up—tracing the lines of his face, watching him like he’s yours.

Logan can hear your heartbeat slow when you go into that deep, death-like sleep vampires have. It unnerves him at first—until one night, he just stays, listening to the silence, his own steady heartbeat filling the space between you.

Nightmares—not yours—his. You don’t dream anymore, haven’t in centuries, but Logan? He does. And when he wakes up shaking, knuckles white, claws already half unsheathed, you’re still there, still watching. “I could wake you up before they get bad,” you offer one night, voice quiet in the dark. He doesn’t answer. but he lets you stay.

The first time you try to kiss him, he grabs your wrist like he’s expecting a knife between the ribs. “what’s the angle here?” he rasps. “no angle,” you murmur, lips brushing over his pulse point. “bullshit.” But he still pulls you closer. Still lets you bite his lip just enough to taste him.

Logan has had plenty of things stalk him before. but you? You’re something different. You’re not clumsy, not sloppy. you don’t leave a scent trail or step on the wrong branch.

You’re a shadow in his peripheral, a whisper behind his ear, a smirk in the darkness. He should be pissed about it. Should tell you to knock it off. But when he finally snaps—slamming you against the nearest wall or tree, fists clenched at his sides— You just grin. “Took you long enough,” you purr.

It takes time for Logan to trust you. Even longer for him to accept what he feels for you. But when he does It’s all-consuming.

You don’t flinch away from his past. You don’t pity him, don’t try to fix him. You just know. The same way he knows your own nightmares, the things you don’t say out loud.

He has a love-hate relationship with the way you feed. He knows you can survive on bottled blood, but when the topic comes up, he feels his teeth grit.

The thought of someone else giving you what you need? Doesn’t sit right with him. The thought of you biting him? …Worse.

He’s lost everyone who mattered. You could be the first person who doesn’t leave. And that terrifies him. Because the only way he could lose you is if you choose to walk away.

Logan has always lived with the certainty that he will outlive everyone he loves. That time will take them away.

But you? You’re different. You might actually stay. You might be the only person he never has to bury.

And that’s terrifying. Because now, instead of preparing for the end, he has to face the possibility of losing you in a different way. If you ever decided to leave—if you ever chose to walk away—he wouldn’t know how to handle it.

He doesn’t talk about it, but you can feel it. The way he lingers near you. The way he always seems to be watching, making sure you’re still there.

Logan’s heartbeat changes when you’re near. You never tell him, but you hear it. The slight hitch, the way it steadies when he’s angry—or when he’s looking at you.

He’d never say it out loud, but you make him feel human. Not in the fragile, fleeting way. Not in the way that makes him feel like something with an expiration date. But in the way that reminds him— He’s alive. And he has something to live for.

He’s been alive for centuries. So have you. But somehow, being with you makes time feel different. Less heavy.

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taglist: @blossomingorchids @tinas111 @logaenhowlett @cruel-as-sin @sacredsorceress (let me know if you want to be added or removed <3)

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Reblog this and share in the tags which Hugh Jackman character and/or version of Logan you think would be the previous person's perfect match.

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SECRET BOYFRIEND LOGAN???? im sat.

cas hello!!! oh yes, i mean who wouldn’t want to sneak around the mansion with logan? he’s a lil shit cause he shamelessly enjoys the possibility of almost getting caught and conveniently puts you into such situations to get the blood pumping.

i’ve been adding bits and pieces to it for weeks, hopefully i’ll be out in a few days 🫡

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Ok Im super curious about 1920s!Logan x Nurse!Reader. I love me a period/historical piece ❤️

i was really inspired by the opening credits of x-men origins where they were fighting in wars and i knew, in my heart of hearts, logan would absolutely fall for a nurse.

let’s be real, he’s a lover boy through and through and not even regenerative healing is going to stop him from frequenting the medic’s tent just to see his favourite girl.

it’s fluffy and sweet, tooth-rotting to a fault, even. and nothing bad happens cause origins!logan is my baby 🥰

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WIP FOLDER

Thank you for tagging me @lubdubology @wchswift and @cruel-as-sin!! I also have way too many wips I'd love to finish one day lol. Oh well, 'tis a writer's misery.

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

Scary? My God, You're Divine (Worst!Logan)

Tell Me, Darlin', True, What Am I To You? (X Trilogy!Logan)

Secret Boyfriend!Logan HCs

Blame It On The Black Star (Worst!Logan)

Untitled Cowboy!Logan fic

Untitled Lumberjack!Logan fic

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby (Logan x Black Widow!Reader)

Untitled 70s!Logan fic

Untitled 1920s!Logan x Nurse!Reader fic

Untitled Old Man!Logan fic

Tagging @wlwloverwrites @sacredsorceress @mcrdvcks @princessanglophile @flowersforbucky + anyone who’d like to share!

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Hii Arya!! how are you?? I don't want to bother you lol but I wanted to come here and share with you because I think you would understand me lmao, today I was thinking a lot about worst!logan and these pictures and ughh why he's so beautiful and so hot??? This gives me so many headcanons and makes me want to write about him nonstop 😭

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hi lina!!! omg you’re not bothering me at all, i love talking to my moots 💕 and you’re so right, worst!logan is something else. not to mention that fucking photoshoot!! honestly, the seratonin i get every time a new picture is dropped - unmatched. i really hope they feed us something substantial in avengers doomsday cause i need to see my baby happy and enjoying his life for once. one can only dream 🥹