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Did Logan really need to work out in shorts that tiny? No. Am I complaining about it? Also No.

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I'll say this even if I'm preaching to the Choir: Logan has always, always, been so incredibly proud of and impressed by Jubilee. The circumstances don't matter; what she's done, what he's done, It doesn't Matter. Jubilation's life, her changes and her growth, remains one of the greatest things Logan ever got to be a part of. And he knows it.

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ㅤㅤㅤThe corner of Logan's mouth twitches, amused despite his confusion. He spares at glance to the fritzing television overhead (sparing momentary acknowledgement for the uninspiring score), then swivels his barstool sideways so he can prop an elbow on the bartop. The Canuck laboriously thumbs out a reply:

ㅤ[text -> Firecracker] I don't know, could u? I've seen weirder shit ㅤ[text -> Firecracker] yea i still love u, kiddo. but i prefer u not a worm.

ㅤㅤㅤLogan would bet anything that this is some kinda internet dare. Most of the obscure shit Jubilee sends to his phone ends up being related to viral whats-it or clip-clops or whatever. The Canuck doesn't mind, but it does sometimes leave him feeling even older than his many years. And that's saying something.

ㅤㅤㅤHe tries to think back to what teenagers talked about before the internet or cellphones existed. Logan's experience is fairly limited in that regard, and it ain't like he's got the memories of his own teen years to fall back on. The mutant grunts, scratching at the scruff of his sideburn as he eyes the text message chain. After a moment, he figures, Why Not.

ㅤ[text -> Firecracker] wud u love me if I was a worm 2?

@itsjubilation

Nights at the Institute could be exceedingly boring, especially since they were getting more militant about enforcing the curfew after a few too many events of teenage-shenanigans-induced property damage. Of course Jubilee was light enough on her feet to sneak down to the kitchen for a midnight snack or poke her nose into the library to steal a book or something, but she'd rather not risk the Glare of Fatherly Disapproval from Cyclops like last time she'd gotten caught out after lights-out.

So, she futzed around on her phone, mostly watching entertaining videos or making snarky comments on social media. She really should have just tried to sleep but alas, this was one of those nights where she couldn't shut her brain down.

So she sent a weird text to Logan and waited. And nearly choked on her gum when the response came.

[ text: Canucklehead 🍁 ] if I was physically a worm could I TEXT? u didn't answer the question 😞

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I'm supposed to be wrapping x-mas gifts but instead I'm drinking wine and thinking about him

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just talking to @mournwvtch and @kismetwilled about Antoine and going absolutely feral for this Orlesian Softboy.

the way he sees every single day as a gift given to him by Evka. Because he should have died, had resigned himself to dying of the blight, but Evka gave him new life and purpose and the opportunity to give more of himself, both to Thedas and to her.

the fact that he's definitely gotten distracted during a battle because Evka is just so stunning and awe inspiring and he simply must ask for her hand in marriage right this minute (eventhough it might very well get his head lopped off by a darkspawn's axe)

the very real likelihood that if Evka hadn't been the Grey Warden that discovered him dying of blight sickness, he probably never would have been considered for The Joining, because he doesn't fit the typical profile of a Warden, but that just somehow made him a more worthy addition to the cause.

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Official Illustration for the Dragon Age Short Story, Won't Know When By Albert Urmanov

@kismetwilled

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The way he looks at her

[all my datv shots]

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whoopsie, excusez-moi

.... my hand slipped >.>

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I'll never not enjoy when Logan burns Emma.

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Y’all seen these videos

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Logaaaan

Oh ho, what's this? Logan has forgotten many things in his life, but there's no place or timeline where he wouldn't recognize that tone of voice. Mouth curling at the corner, the Canuck turns to peer in Kurt's direction, already looking for the tell-tale lashing of the other mutant's tail, the way he lists to one side...

"....you drunk, Elf?" He teases, slow and syrupy sweet. Logan sidles closer, leaning in to give Kurt a demonstrative sniff. "Hmmm... somebody's had a good time."

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Wolverine #6 (2025)

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My boys in a few years 🥹

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that feel when you want to add Forge back to your muse list, but every time you do, nobody wants to write with him. Or even knows who he is T_T

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@merriemarvels's Jubilee texted Logan (probably in the middle of the night? who sends a text like this in broad daylight??): [text] would you still love me if i was a worm? 🥺🥺

ㅤㅤㅤLogan's on his seventh (eighth?) tallboy of the night, squinting disapprovingly at the TV Screen hung above the bar. The signal keeps cutting in and out, but no amount of satellite interference can hide the fact that the Edmonton Oilers are playing like hot hockey garbage tonight. It's almost a relief when his phone pings with an incoming message....

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ....uh, Almost.

ㅤㅤㅤ"What th'--" The Canuck reads the text once, twice. A Worm? Did some Sorcerer Supreme turn Jubilation into a worm? Logan'd put money on it being Strange, he's such a closet weirdo. But if that's the case, how the hell is Jubes texting him? Heaving a gusty sigh, the Canuck painstakingly types out a reply:

ㅤ[text -> Firecracker] this a hypothetical question? Or r u actually a worm?

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ㅤㅤㅤLogan grunts his amusements at Jubilee's response about the rice, nodding wordless approval as he rummages around in the lower cabinetry for the aforementioned rice cooker. Locating it, the Canuck dumps the contraption on the kitchen island and turns his attention to rinsing rice.

ㅤㅤㅤHe's on his third rinse when Jubes boosts herself up onto the countertop, and he lofts an eyebrow at her choice of conversation topic. "…..we reduced t'talkin' about the weather now?Or is this yer way of tryin' to distract me from that lil date you went on last week? The one y'thought I didn't know about."

ㅤㅤㅤSmirking, Logan finishes at the sink and dumps the strained rice into the rice cooker. Instead of adding water, he retrieves a carton of chicken broth from the fridge and adds that too, holding up a hand before the Firecracker can protest. "-- It'll give the rice flavor t'complement the gumbo, trust me."

Was it a little stereotypical for her to be picky about rice? Potentially, but even though her parents had been pretty busy businesspeople and she was a born-and-raised Cali kid, they'd still made time for dinners of their cultural fare. Between that and spending a couple years attached at Wolverine's hip, Jubilation Lee had Opinions about rice. "Oh, definitely rice cooker. You know I like mine a little fluffy -- and that rice from a microwave is a culinary sin."

While he's busy dealing with the rice, Jubilee retrieved a saucepan from another cabinet and set it on the stove, into which she poured the leftover portions of the gumbo. It'd be a hundred times better warmed slowly over a burner, and it'd also give the rice time to cook.

And, she could hang out with Logan a little longer while they waited. Win-win.

She leaned down to watch as she clicked on the burner, making sure it caught properly. One of her very first kitchen disasters involved a gas stove and she was, to this day, a little skittish with them. One could never be too careful. Starting it off low, she pushed the congealed gumbo around with a spoon before covering the pan and hoisting herself up to sit on the edge of the counter. "Gonna be gettin' cold soon."

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still crying over this beautiful page from Storm