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okay, bc i have seen this argument alot now (and it also seems to be the view point of aonuma himself..) is that "zelda cant do everything link does bc whats the point then"
and i take personal offense on that bc its a stupid argument (in. my. very. personal. opinion.- not judging people for liking it. its a ME thing)
whats the point? its that its her. its still a different character, different in story, background, personality, but i WANT to play zelda and she can do everything link does, why does she have to be so restricted and be bend over backwards to find some new way to make her 'useful' when link gets to do basically everything no questions asked (the only thing thats hers is like .. sealing power and sacrificial maiden, which i find a little underwhelming to say the least), if theres no point to it why are there always modders that model swap link with someone else, and in that case it has even less impact bc its an artificial model swap with no changes to the story (which can and should still be different when its the vanilla game with a different protagonist... its still a different character), clearly theres joy in just the model being a different one- and that isnt even to mention the story possibilities, since, again, its stil a different character
if we ever (never ... i know who we are talking about here) get to play as ganondorf i want to him to be just as versatile and active as link is, if we got a point and click adventure game for him instead bc 'whats the point' id be disappointed too- you can find any sort of excuse/explanation for zelda to be singled out but the fact remains it tracks with how female characters are often treated, and that hits a very sore spot for me
i guess i am unfortunately one of those annoying people that want to see female characters be treated exactly the same as male characters, possibly bc i am myself afab but identify as agender and have a deeply personal dislike for anything 'traditional' feminine bc i cannot and never will be able to truly live as myself in real life, it influences all of my work, my work is as just as much as my opinion on this, very personal
and in line with my point about modding, i see theres joy in just beign able to play as her even if its like this, i get that, i also get it for the creative aspect (though that mechanic worries me even more for the future bc it really seems to be the path now that -freedom = good, linear anything = bad-) it is a different idea and its not like i cant see that value- im not trying be "right" either, just bc i have that opinion doesnt mean i need everyone to agree, its a very personal thing, if you like it good for you! not for me though, and i think both of that is equally valid
i just personally wish she was allowed to be just like link, fight just like him but be different bc its still her and not him in the end- to be physically/playstyle like jsut like him, but you know ... as her, i dont think shed stop being zelda if she could wield a sword just like him
i dont really know how to get my point/feelings across, i dont want to step too much into personal stuff nor spam people with something that ultimately doesnt interest me alot, im just saddened by it really
(EDIT: bc i forgot to add this on here again; this isnt as much of a problem as it might sound like here, just the main topic i wanted to talk about; why im so uninterested in it is MAINLY bc i dont trust them to write anything interesting/care about lore anymore after totk, im always on the more pessimistic side that thinks its most likely worse than id hope and i know even the past games arent perfect or super interestingly written, but now its much more just a general distrust, together with everything like the price ... im just much less hopeful and cant get excited until i see more of it, like im waiting for the game to get out and reveal that its just as much of a mess and money i regret spending- kind of fear)
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#person that send an ask about this in just as i was writing this- this isnt about you- i promise you#its soemthing thats been stirring in my mind since yesterday#and seeing so many of those comments- and even aonuma himself say it#just strikes a very very personal sore spot#also to that one commenter on a different post-#no- wanting female characters being allowed to wield a sword is not âbadass female character mysogyniâ (idk how to spell that rn)#the hollywood badass female character thing is annoying but thats bc-#its a super model woman (bc shes ALLOWED TO BE FEMININE you KNOW) fight people in high heels- bc you can be feminie AND badass-#and then does a cringy one liner 'what you thoguht a FEMALE couldnt kick your teeth in'#which comes with alot more baggage of tropes and hollywood etc etc#i long for the 'women are jsut as capable as men' in a very agender way#why do you think i intentionally design alot of female characters non tradtionally feminie or masculine#again this is a very pseronal thing to me#BUT i do think it IS questionable that its her that isnt allowed to fight with a sword#like i dont think thats much of my personal dislike there- but a valid thing to point out no matter the explanations you can come up with#anyway- i dont hate it- but its not for me- i dont want to talk much about it#i hope you can excuse me not answering the asks i got related to this- id just repeat myself#(i guess i should be glad that its the top down one that gets her as the protagonist-)#(i dont think i want to live through seeing her be animated like the typically girly feminine butt wiggle in your face tehehe)#(the botw/totk cutscnes were enough of that for me PERSONALLY)#i dont know how many times i have to say its my very biased personally personal opinion and no a judging of others#to make it clear that no one has to agree with me and i dont want to be convinced of the other opinions of this
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it's as done as im going to make it tbh. inconsistent, not perfect, but done :)
i'd say "sorry about this" but if i found a silly three minute wizards city fan animatic id lose my mind so im not sorry in the least
#adventure time#distant lands#wizard city#adventure time wizard city#flashing#(briefly)#i hate tagging things pull my TEETH OUT KILL ME#the quiet parts are so hard to fill man............... sorry. for the awkward silences (part of the audio already) and weird transitions.#sorry for the fluctuating amount of shading too. who care. sorr#expodes#who fuckin knows when any of this takes place. when it starts larrys a rock but then hes fine and spaders alive#spader hardly even dies in this#hes dead in like one bit. hes alright . this is a happy video about everyone giiggling#THE STAIRCASES MOVE. warning sign. we cant make them Stop. so. watch out!#no one should listen to single mbmbam bits this many times in a row#the implication that fish wizard causes the earthquakes or those two others think he does was really funny so i left it in there#and pb Making Fun of wizards is. actuallypreatty sad! i wanted to do a silly wizard. but i couldnt think of one. so . but its funny too.#the beginng the teachers are in front of a sign that says like ICEBREAKERS: ASK US ANYTHING!#blaine went straight for the throat of course#waves at the single huntress wizard scene. hey girlie. proceeds to never draw her again#abd like 'i can use magic to clean this:) oh. nvm. mop it is.'#animated
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Okay but also because I'm a pedantic bitch...in relation to that post I just reblogged explaining part of gay-on-gay bigotry...what if some people are just assholes who happen to be gay, or bi or trans? And they're all for oppression or just plain cruelty as long as it's aimed at other people? Like that's also something to consider.
I don't actually think, any longer, that "internalized self-hate projected outward and also suppressed envy for someone who's doing and being all the things you were convinced into not allowing yourself" is...all there is to this phenonemon. And I wish we'd stop fixating on that quite so much just because we want to be frankly, nicer than some of these people have ever deserved. It's always more satisfying on some level, to imagine your enemies as Tortured deep inside (whether it's because you feel a bit malicious or you just want to believe that there's a way to reach out and heal them with kindness.) than to admit that Sometimes They're Just a Shithead.
Now, do I think that complex can be a big part of it? Oh yeah. And of COURSE, different people have different motivations in different amounts and yadda yadda yadda. No group of people, ethnic, gender, political or otherwise is a Monolith. (For one thing, when it comes to these Pick-Me Gay/Trans pundits and Influencers, money and clout should never be left out as an explanation. Just saying.) But that's the point, isn't it? Any ONE explanation can't explain them all completely.
Tbh, I think we need to consider some people are just bullies who happened to be born not cis or straight. And even if they were bullied at one point for their identity, they learned absolutely nothing from the experience except Don't Be On the Social Reject Side. So they moved their thinking just enough that "woman who likes women" "man who likes men" "I just happened o want to be a woman instead, or a man instead despite how I was born" could be put in the Safe category and they fight for that. Everyone else though, is still fair game and even a fair target. Some people don't just want power to escape oppression and live their lives in peace, they WANT to BE the ones oppressing. Like, do we ACTUALLY understand that LGBT people are humans too and that that includes the bad side?
It tracks a lot better too, when you consider that a lot of people like the masc4masc gays are openly racist and fatphobic. "No fems" Yes but also "No fats. No Asians." Christ, I could think of countless examples of white thin (and sometimes but not necessary cis) queer people doing that sort of thing. I'm sure y'all can too. This idea of some poor lost soul Tormented by Self Hate and Envy of the Freedom of Others doesn't do shit to explain that. Like, even if the two things coexist and they can, it doesn't explain that part.
I honestly just think the uglier but more accurate truth is that lot of queer people aren't all Hashtag Gay or Trans Rights or aren't Liberal out of any sense of justice AT ALL but only self-interest. Being an activist because you're a member of an oppressed group is like, entirely normal and fine of course BUT it becomes real clear when someone's framework of ethics and politics is PURELY "I think me (and people I personally like and approve of) being oppressed is bad" and literally not one inch deeper.
You can tell because if it was deeper, why would they find it so easy to turn around to a fellow queer/trans person to jeer at and humiliate and throw them under the bus if they think they're a Deadweight to the group by being a Weirdo I Don't Want to Stand Next to, Eww...or if they just don't personally like them? Why have you clearly spent absolutely no time unpacking any of the prejudice and biases around gender sexuality (or GOD FORBID race) that society throws at you.. at least no more time than it takes to rationalize yourself out of the category of Should Be Destroyed and Oppressed?
We are not immune from this sort of terminally self-interested activism. I just feel like we'd get a lot further as a society, as a community, if sometimes our analysis of bullies and assholes didn't fixate on finding some deep pain and trauma inside them, to explain their actions in a way that makes them look more tortured and less malicious (even if we say, even mean, that it's not supposed to be an excuse). Sometimes people are just racist, or fatphobic. Sometimes lesbians or gay men or bi or trans people just want to be judgmental bullies too.
Sometimes the reality isn't Tragic Villain Backstory. Sometimes, its just a selfish, deeply pathetic person refusing to become any less, because it's easier not to; even if you had a unique chance to see how the other side lives, a chance your straight cis bully peers didn't get by virtue of their identities.
#(same mentality as women who think every abortion is evil besides theirs. Freedom for me not for thee#ppl act like that's so shocking I used to. But now I'm just like...well have we considered Selfishness?#these women only rationalized and unpacked enough to make an exception for themselves.#and then actively refused to learn a thing from the experience. They carried on being as misogynistic as ever#judging all other women and claiming pregnancy is an appropriate punishment for not doing Everything Right#(except when its me). you can tell by that. They just happen to be misogynists with self-interest#human beings have an AMAZING ability to do all kinds#of mental gymnastics to believe things that contradict each other#we're not rational creatures. Accept this now and many more things will make sense this is an order. ANYWAY)#plus imo this Self Loathing theory fails to explain that not every feminine woman or masculine man#hates their gender presentation? Like yeah a lot of the makeup and diet culture is awful but#there are always gonna be ppl who want to dress a certain way regardless of societal pressure#making it exponentially harder to detangle where your Genuine Wants end and that begins.#the downsides of being social animals. And I guess I just don't know who's served#by pretending that's not a thing. The older i get the more i think we need to be careful before#our honest attempts to explain why peoole fight for systems/things that cause them trouble turn into infantilization#it's very possible to turn condescending and infantilizing going all Oh People Don't Know What's Best For Them#They're All Brainwashed. Give oppressed people the agency to be assholes too#plus it just leaves these ppl the opportunity to go I Don't Hate Myself#lmao loser.' Whereas 'you're just an asshole who doesn't care about anyone but yourself getting hurt'#is while not something they might be swayed by or care about a lot harder to refute.#we can't always know what goes on in people's heads. Going by their actions is helpful tho
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remembering when the covers for the issue where amy and surge first interacted were coming out and people were saying they wanted surge to fall in love with amy at first sight and immediately decide to change so she can be with her . as in actually wanting that to happen in the comic not just as a fanfic thing . and sorry not to be a hater but i can't be the only one who thinks that surge suddenly becoming good because romance kind of would of sucked right .... like idk that just doesnt sound like a very good direction to take the story . sorry .
#i just have mixed feelings on the idea of a surge redemption arc in general#becuase surge and kit are some of the only current sonic villains i actually find interesting#so idk if i really . Want . for them to become Not Villains because then the villain lineup goes back to being mostly uninteresting#but i feel like romance being the reason would be . um .#im a big advocate for minimal romance in sonic . no stories that overly focus on romance#no canon couples outside of a few very specific exceptions that dont involve game characters . etc . so probably would not have liked that#and ill be honest and say i dont like surg/eamy but i dont ONLY dislike this idea because its amy specifically#i probably would havr disliked that storyline regardless of who the other character was . it being amy just doesnt help#and its not because i hate amy or anything i like her i just dislike like. 99 percent of ships involving her#because i get kinda tired of seeing her paired with every character under the sun#and treated as nothing but shipping fodder by a lot of people#(not saying everyone who likes an amy ship is doing that just that its a thing that happens)#especially considering how young she is and there not being many characters close in age to her. so theres an added layer of discomfort#and i also dont like the idea of amy getting over sonic by getting with someone who looks like him or is a copy of him or something#which isnt a thing that exclusively applies to surge but shes definitely an example of that#but like i already said . amy being the other character is not the full reason#i feel like im over explaining myself here but i also feel like if i dont somebodys gonna completely misinterpret what im saying#as me just hating amy or being homophobic or something and then yell at me in my askbox . starts shaking like a frightened animal
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btw one of the things i want to do when i really rap up atbb for real is spontaneously get the energy at will to do actual updated fullbodies of the main 4 since now i actually have the ability to draw them the way they look in my head & have the skills to put some more variety in their shapes. basically i wanna
#warning big character design rambling in these tags but like. were u expecting any less#if ur wondering what changed-#first of all everybody has bigger hands bc i'm actively deciding to commit to that decision because i like it :3#next russ is a bit taller . i'll probably change some other things like making his armor look more solid & making him look more frail#-without it but i dont wanna pick up my tablet rn so thats all i feel like editing with my mouse lmao#edge has the biggest changes mostly in just being Wider. i want to make him Look stronger yknow#currently its just one of those annoying âskinny anime girl actually has 2d spraypainted abs and can lift a truckâ tropes that i Hate#its a lil too many triangles when he should really be more like a triangle-flavored square. yknow#that being said the weirdly feminine hips were not intentional but only time will tell if they make it into the actual final design or not#i will not be making his pauldrons wider than they were originally. those things are already wacking everything around him they're fine#fluff's change is just being a bit skinnier so he looks more pathetic and sad. probably gonna try to make him look a bit younger too#but age is hard to represent with skeletons from The Land Of Sharp Features#i might also change up his pants/shoes more idk. Baggy Everything makes a very difficult silhouette and the boots are just boring tbhh#they're the bi flag but i dont think a single person has ever noticed lmao#and stretch's biggest change is that he's going to Have A Fullbody Reference That Isn't From 2019#probably make his hoodie longer/looser so i can make the transition to the leggings less awkward & show off his tank under it a bit more#the leggings & sneakers get to stay tho i think. the red wraps the design up well & the chicken legs are funny to me :>#and karma isn't here but he'll probably also get an update to be more square as well. and NOT SKINNYYYYYY#i gotta cram some more emotional repression & inferiority complex hints into his outfit so his post-void look contrasts more its IMPORTANT#AND ALSO NEVER USE UNDERTALE SPRITES AS A REFERENCE FOR ARMOR EVER EVER EVER AGAIN#that being said im really excited to one day finally sit down and draw his post-void design i think i'll have fun with that one#theres a reason my sf bros dont really fit their ârolesâ in the au yet like undyne & alphys do. hehehe#basically to sum up all these tags: becoming more skilled at art is a curse because you KNOW you can do things better now
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Controversial take but i watched all of jjk, in subbed, so it had my full attention 100% of the time, and i am of the opinion that it just fucking sucks.
So me and my wife were talking about it, and we were trying to figure out why people like it and we've come up short. I do not understand what's so appealing about this show for so many people. Can someone PLEASE tell me.
#yes the animation is phenominal and honestly i would have stopped watching after the first episode without it#MAPPA creates some beautiful art like just gorgeous#but the constant force-feeding of every minor character's backstory was hellish for me#had me rolling my eyes every time they did it (every three seconds)#the vast majority of characters are unlikable or bland or dead#often all of the above#choso is the only character i actively liked?? like i understand him i reallu do#i liked mahito? he's a freak so that's a given#i liked that one old guy with the weird still frames power#uhhh i like sukuna's weird obsession with ripoff sasuke#edit i member: i liked megumi he deserved better#oh i also REALLY liked nanamin or whatever his name was (it's been a while)#i think yuuji's suicide mission that he didn't think through is super interesting#alright heres my most controversial take of all#i don't care at ALL abt gojo. he's so mid there's like a million characters exactly like him#and he's UGLY why do people say he's attractive bro is UGLY A HELL#the intros are baller tho i sat through them every episode no skipping that shit#gorgeous animation as i'd expect from this studio#like! there's so many little drops of things that i liked about this show! which is why it pissed me off so much every time they did boring#ass exposition dumps on characters that are gonna die in five seconds. or worse-they are gonna live and continue to bore me to tears#and when i tell you i physically couldn't read the manga because of how fucking BORING it is#i got caught up and was like 'okay ill read the manga i kinda like what's currently happening n ive made it this far might as well keep goi#g' nah man i couldn't even read a whole chapter. jjk is king of exposition dumps#i do think the powers and how if you tell your opponent what it is it gets stronger is rad#and it drives me insane because i know they know how to drip-feed information about a character! and when they do that they do it SO WELL!!#but they just force feed you all this information the rest of the time like BRO ITS TOO MUCH SLOW DOWN AND JUST LET THE CHARACTERS DO THEIR#THING AND IT WILL BE MORE SATISFYING#anyways not tagging this because i don't wanna put hate in the main tags#just like. if you see this please explain to me what im missing PLEASE i want to like this show SO bad
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Ggrrr I wish disenchantment was better. I binged it all because I'm sick somebody talk to me about this.
#the groening show on netflix#it had so much potential#and i did enjoy it!!! plenty of the characters were awesome#but it tried to be too big. wanted to incorporate too much. i didn't like beans magic. it got really repetitive#it felt like a lot of the movement between âlandsâ was super unnecessary. and took up a lot of time that could have been used in narrative#development#and you know the most fucked up part is that there was a Canon wlw couple that was end game AND I DIDNT EVEN LIKE THEM TOGETHERRR#and the last seasons egregious hyperfocus on love specifically romantic love like#it was cringe im sorry!!! not great writing#im glad beans relationship w her dad got better but i didnt like how instantanious it felt#also obv. i hate the whole thing with prince derek and his pixie gf. ew. really weird#but there was so much good and it couldve been great#i still enjoyed it but it fell short in so many ways#HOW DO YOU HAVE A QUEER GIRL COUPLE THAT I DONT LIKE!!! ME!!! QUEER GIRL NUMBER 1!!!!!!#i like EVERY WLW SHIP#and mora x bean had potential but like#it seemed a lot of the time liek they didnt even really like eachother. they aggravated tf out of eachother and not in like a hehe gay ppl#who bicker type of way. it was very much lesbian couple written by straight man feeling. idk if thats true but its the vibe i got#to the end im sad elfo never really actionably got over his weird thing about bean. he just said he did#and him and miri/mop girl. ehhhhh#i like her but she should have had a more gradual introduction into the main cast because she really feels like an after thought#glad zog moved to the woods that seemed like the right move#bean kinda handing the kingdom off to the elves kinda felt like a cop out after thought#like she got all weird about this is their kingdom we stole it from them and then only rwally gave it up after she got something that she#wanted more#please let me remake this show!!!!!!!!#also steam land!!! i like the concept but the execution and the travellimg back and forth between the two#the biggest issue this show suffered with though was repetition.#animation was fun. i enjoyed the use of 3d especially in later seasons#a lot of the jokes were funny but a lot just fell short.
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its the Good Kush she got it at the dollar store :3
#i did this! :D!#extremely unfortunately ffor my hands i realized earlier that ibis paint x has an animation canvas#rip me#sketti#doodles#animated doodles#gifs#i hate animation i hAte animation i want to do so many things its so cool đđ#i so very rarely have the energy/motivaation to do just *one* drawing let alone 5000 of them but Slightly To The Left#eugh#used a tutorial thing have had in my saved folder on insta for ages for the smoke#to be clear that is a â¨joint⨠not a cigarreette#my wrist hurts so much#full time hasnt been fun ive had to avoid playing games because the controllers hurt too much#trying to limit typing even and just mostly watch things when im off work#which gets boring ;w;#theres so many things i want to animate i cant even beGIN#from full on like..legitimate movie length shit from my books#to little gifs of really dumb memes#music videos etc#everything in between#i just get so frustrated at how long it takes#and am always so tiired:((((#but i!! made this:3#in like an hour too i think#shes goin in my reactions folder#fursona
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Tfw your a SK Jeanne fan only
#jeanne posting#im going to use that tag from now on to gush about jeanne. maybe i should come up for a renmei one too#Btw no shade or hate to any fate jeanne fans. this isnt a hate post#I only know like 30% on the original fate series but other then that I never touched the gacha game#Fate jeannes design is beautiful though I do have to admit#but yeah i made this silly thing cuz everytime I try to look up jeanne / jeanne sama / maiden or maiden sama in Japanese in the twt search#its always bombarded with so many famous jeanne characters from other animes im just. no i want to see the REAL jeanne from SK. i want to#see my girl. THE âJEANNEâ with super long curvy silver hair with red eyes from SK like THAT jeanne only#shitpost#memes#mine#my edits
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guh i didnt get to complain abt this at work but while i was in reptiles rearranging stuff someone walked over talking on their phone goofin off and offhandedly said 'oh that geckos dead, how sad.' like not sad at all just like. lackadaisical. while i am two feet away staring at them bc i know the gecko is not dead bc i Just saw it and they dont make eye contact so i cant even like. try to say anything. and they clearly didnt say anything to any other employee when i brought it up after they left they just thought they saw a dead animal in a pet store and like. didnt care? and im so sjdfg irritated and baffled.
#LIKE. this would not be. implausible in many pet stores. but in OURS? get out of our goddamn store then u goof..............................#what the fuck................................ get away from my reptiles kjdfg also get away from me im in the zone rearranging things#[bravely doesnt make this a new post] TO THIS DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so irritated at the person who#brought me over to show me a fish [on the top row so i couldnt see what she was fucking talking about so first we had two minutes of#whos on first about it] and went LOOK its DYING u should PUT IT OUT OF ITS MISERY instead of LETTING IT SUFFER and when i finally#knew what she was talking abt i was just like. thats an injured fish that we know about and are treating???? let us treat it???? fuck off??#now im upset bc u want me to kill a treatable fish?????#just kjsdfg i support the sentiment but can u 1st have a little faith that we do in fact not want our animals to die or suffer b4 u#come at us!!! plea to our least favorite customers if u hate pet stores [u should] then stop shopping at pet stores [u should] u fuck.....
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Goodnight wonderful people who live in my phone!!!
#im sappy and you guys are so cool ;-;#im a bit of a hermit and really bad at meeting with (or moved far from) irl friends so my connections on here have been really meaningful#dont know how to say that without sounding like a loser but i promise its a good thing lol#but anyway i queued a post earlier today about friends thinking of you all the time#and i kinda just repeated it in my tags and ill probably just repeat it again now but its true#there are so many mundane things that make me think of the kind people ive met#i love bonding about interests and characters but theres also little peeks of each others lives#jokes and facts and songs and favorite animals that make me go 𫵠my friend likes that!!!#and dates! ill be like 'oh my friend is doing X today across the globe :)' 'ah i hope my friends X went well across the country :)'#'i remember they love this food/hate this food/has never tried this food :)'#'i remember them talking about how much they like this song :)'#'oh i learned a new saying like this in their language :)'#i hope they feel better from being sick#i hope their pets vet visit went well#i hope they got a good grade on that project#i hope they can rest after work#i hope theyre happy with their haircut#i hope they can dress like they want soon#i hope theyre happy#i hope theyre happy.#i hope theyre happy i hope theyre happy i hope theyre happy!!!#oh shit. cryin in the club. (<- my bed.) not even drunk or hormonal just SAPPY WTH#i have to keep up my intimidating and stoic reputation!!!#so goodnight!!!!!!#i love you!!!!!!!!#rose rambles
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This would be so much cuter, if they werent all completely off leash around a vehicle that could kill them if they do something unpredictable or arent visible to a large truck
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#reblog#sorry to be a hater but like this is just very stressful??#vids#undescribed#dogs#not mentioning also the safety concern of off leash dogs around a stranger of a delivery driver cos the video creator seems to have a#a decent rapport w these dogs and knows theyre friendly? but i remember so many drivers talling about being fucking bit#by ppl who insisted oh no dont worry my off leash dog is friendly!#animals are unpredictable. for the safety of the worker and your own animal please make an effort to keep them restrained in some way#around delivery ppl so that no one has to worry about your dog biting them or getting hit by a fucking truck!#the driver doesnt want the stress and guilt of that the and you dont want that and the dog doesnt want that. even if your dog is well#trained: Animals Are Unpredictable. they may do things that dont make sense for unclear reasons at any time#protect your dog from being hit by a vehicle and protect the driver from the guilt of hitting a dog or possible lawsuits#protect your dog from liability claims or animal control claims and shit and protect the driver from the possibility of being bit#to be clear im not saying your dog can never interact: im saying take steps to ensure the interaction is safe for both#your dog and the driver!!!!!!!! a lot easier to do if your dog is safely contained in a fenced area or on a leash!#also. god. constantly fighting my parents on this. we had a fenced in yard all my life and then we moved up here and my parents are now#like. addicted to letting the dog offleash cos they love the idea of the dog just listening to them ig and dont want to install a fence.#its better w moxie at least cos she hates strangers and doesnt want to leave our sides so shes less likely to leave the yard#and mom is more reasonable about it now that moxie had to get expensive surgery on both knees so she doesnt want her running super fast and#wiping out. dad....hhhh
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Ok gotta talk about it.
As a Jewish historian, I fucking hate Israel in ways most probably will never be able to comprehend. I'm going to try and explain it anyways. The central creation myth of Israel is that it is Jewish, and then consequently, that Israel is a part of Jewishness. Its easy to simply state this is false, but fully comprehending this and putting it into practice in thought and deed seems rare to me.
The evil at the heart of this violence predates the recent acceleration of genocide. Israel is a colony, and more than that, an antisemitic fraud itself. After WW2, when Israel was being founded, the Jews of Europe generally did not wave goodbye to their neighbors and head to the promised land. Many were expelled from their homes. Zionism itself, as an action, was a false choice at the time. A mere excuse to place an ally in the middle east, and an excuse to complete the expulsion and destruction of the European Jew. The Zionist Jew is more than complicit in this, they actively seek the destruction and assimilation of all other Jews.
Many fail to realize, and largely because of Israel, that Jews are not inherently white, Ashkenazi, European-descended people. Our faith and culture has an immense variety that is spread all across the globe. Jewishness, in population and volume of culture, exists more so outside of Israel than within it. Israel is for a very specific kind of Jew. The kind that lets Yiddish die, that attaches themselves to European things, that makes themselves and their practices as white as possible.
And they have the nerve, the fucking belligerent GALL, to frame themselves as the necessary saviors of our people. To the Zionist, questioning Israel is to question Jewishness itself. They bake adoration for the colonial machine into their very prayers, and push them on us even as children. To *not* oppress, to *not* kill, to *not* genocide, is to invite death. This is the core of fascistic thought, of course. "Kill them before they kill us." And they KNOW this too, they really do. The truth of that irony does not matter, because as is true for all fascists, the truth itself does not matter to them. They wanted this, they wanted this even before the British saw it in their best interest to give them the land. Any excuse to RETVRN, as the neo-nazis say of Rome, or the German Empire, or whatever the fuck stupid country they want to poorly animate the corpse of. Some select Zionists even *sided with the fucking Nazis* in agreement they should abandon Europe to colonize Palestine. (Haavara Agreement)
My people have proved time and time and time again you don't need a nation state to have an enduring culture. We have protected ourselves for thousands of years without the help of these spiteful, doom-saying maniacs. I was going to post something like this on Passover, but that would be hypocritical. The state of Israel doesn't actually have shit to do with Jewishness. Hear Israel (the state and supporters, Israel the icon) I should outlive it long enough to bury it. (old yiddish curse)
Free Palestine. Donate what you can, they need it right now.
#free palestine#israel#jews for palestine#jews against israel#jewish history#antisemitism#jews against genocide
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Iâm still playing Sims 4 and so I made a household with a Sim of myself so I can try doing a bunch of different careers (for the items lol)
I ended up romancing Don Lothario and accidentally had his kid after downloading and trying out the WW mod (we had 1 date prior, and I asked for him to live in with me afterwards).
I wasnât paying too much attention to his name (since this was my first time playing Sims 4 since mid 2010s and I donât know characters or lore), and used the random name generator and named our daughter, Dawn. I did not realize I basically named her after him lol.
As things are now
Weâre partners and âsoulmatesâ
I go out to work (currently doing the spy career), while heâs basically my househusband
He was a creative freelancer when he was added to my household so he makes A LOT from paintings, and sometimes music
I gave him an variation of his default everyday outfit to give him glasses (bc Iâm into glasses, but âlorewiseâ he spends more time at a screen for work so he started to need them)
I used a mod to change his ânon-committalâ trait into being a family man, and bc heâd still get tense from being ânon-committalâ (despite trying to get rid of it) I got a âcarefreeâ potion from the rewards store RIP
I donât 100% remember before changing it, but he was a decent dad beforehand. Now, its super cute seeing him chat and play with our daughter
My Sim wants to marry him, but Iâve been worried about him potentially refusing so Iâve just stuck with being âpartnersâ
I did do a wedding on a different household (OC marrying Liberty) and that was a mess especially since I have no idea what Iâm doing
I do now have actual venues to use in the future instead of the ugly base game park đ
I did give my Sim the same necklace that he wears as a sorta âpromise ringâ in her outfits (I think its cute lol)
Bc Iâm stuck on leveling stats, we donât leave the house that often. But the WW mod has kept things⌠spicy without actual dates lmao
I think Iâm going to try proposing and just having an incredibly long engagement soonâŚ
#desiree talks#desiree plays#i would like to ignore any of the lore he actually has bc heâs mine now lol#also these are definitely not his kids but Katrina Caliente had two kids?#theyâre both black so Iâm certain that it was an auto generated NPC before I cleaned up the households#aka moving families back in their home finding stuff in the gallery to upgrade their homes etc#and editing the stories mode settings so they stay and stop having babies#and deleting auto generated sims that were ugly or had too many bad traits#so RIP i wonât know who the dad is and same for Dina and her kid looks asian#our daughter dawn isnât undeniably cute (she got her eyes and looks like she has no lashes so itâs a bit weird#HIS EYES not mine#im so sorry sweetheart i love you and iâll max your stats again before making you a teen#like i want to age her but i also want to buy dlc (when on sale) so we can make more memories aka the growing together dlc#also another thing about the WW mod i have to test it so NPCs donât be doing the nasty in public#i saw one of my OC sims getting railed at the bookstore i placed and I was traumatized#like i have to triple check and test my settings#i also feel like a degen for having the mod and using it a ton on my sim and don but i dont hate it lol#like don is hot af after the design refresh#he got the best of it in comparison to the caliente girls#i saw his early sims 4 design and he looks like barely 20 with a incel podcast or just a listener#and his designs from past games make him look like a 40 year old divorcee#currently he looks like heâs around 30 and Iâm getting closer to that age anyway#there are some cute animations either from WW or kawaiiâs SoL mod (idr but its probably WW) and theyâre really cute#god i want an actual relationship but i need a job and some personal security first before i feel comfortable putting myself out there#i tried the mod with my ocs and it felt more wrong than it being a sim of myself and my basically husband#hang on this is going in an actual post
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watching this blog come together is kind of wild
like I would actually perish at this point if it disappeared bc I've put so much work into it
#i can very confidently say that i have never really understood what it meant to âfeel like myself againâ#i killed off so many worse versions of myself i thought there was nothing left#but truly#i am writing again; and have found so much passion in an art i used to indulge in constantly#im making art that i actually enjoy and dont think is complete shit because of my inability to conquer traditional media the way i want to#I FUCKING COSPLAY WITH MY PARTNER#and indulge in anime/manga pretty consistently#that is something i used to get made fun of for by someone who was supposed to be a parent#it took me a very long time to not feel stupid in cosplay#sometimes i still do#but IM DOING IT!!!#even if its not amazing#or i look like shit#or my art looks like shit#or my writing is shit#at least im fucking DOING something#pushing towards goals#practicing#every step i take is a step in the direction i want to be in#i am enough#i am allowed to take up space#ive seriously got this#theres nothing to be scared of anymore#the only thing that i continue to struggle with is my own mental and physical illness#but i am learning and adapting more and more every day#IM FORGETTING HOW TO HATE MYSELF I SAVED MY OWN LIFE#yapping
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New life - worst!Logan x Reader (NSFW)
Summary: Logan tries to live his new life in solitarity with peace and quiet. However, it all changes when you move in next to him.
Pairing: worst!Logan x reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, inexperienced (but not a virgin) reader, Wade Wilson. SMUT, hot shower sex, eating out for both So please do not interract if you're under 18.
AN: So I had this story sitting and waiting to be published. This is probably the most smutty thing I have ever written. But I hope you will enjoy it ;) No beta read all the mistakes are my own...
Words: 24 220 (oops)
Logan sat on the porch of the small cabin, his rough hands wrapped around a bottle of cheap beer, staring out at the thick woods that surrounded him. The world was quiet, too quiet for a man like him. It wasnât just the silence of the woods, but the kind of silence that stretched into the very core of his existence, making him feel like a ghostâa relic in a world that had moved on without him.Â
He had seen it all. Hell, heâd lived it all. Fought battles that would break most men, lost more people than he cared to remember, and survived wars that had been meant to end him. Yet here he was, in this new reality, a world stitched together from the broken pieces of his past and fragments of a future that wasnât supposed to be.
And then there was Wade.Â
Logan took a long drink, letting the beer burn its way down his throat. Wade WilsonâDeadpoolâwas a walking contradiction. The bastard was a thorn in Loganâs side, an immortal jester who seemed to mock the seriousness of life with every breath he took. Wadeâs idea of fun was throwing himself headfirst into a fight just to see how many pieces heâd end up in. And somehow, by some twisted stroke of fate, Wade had followed Logan into this new world.Â
It wasnât just Wade, either. Laura was here, too. His daughter, if he could call her that. X-23. She was tough, capable, and deadly. More like him than anyone else, and thatâs what scared him the most.Â
Logan had always thought that isolation was his fate. Heâd always believed he was doomed to walk the world alone, leaving destruction in his wake. But nowâŚnow he wasnât so sure.Â
In this strange new place, with Wade and Laura nearby, Logan found himself struggling to make sense of it all. And the worst part? He couldnât decide if he hated the fact that he wasnât alone anymoreâor if he secretly loved it.
---
The world they found themselves in wasnât exactly like the one Logan had known before. There were no Sentinels hunting mutants down. There were no endless wars between mutants and humans. It was⌠quieter. Softer. And it made Logan feel restless, like a caged animal pacing inside a zoo enclosure too small for his needs.
This world was full of people living normal livesâpeople who didnât know about the blood Logan had on his hands, the wars he had fought, or the pain that clawed at his insides every time he closed his eyes. They didnât know who he was. And he wanted to keep it that way.Â
But there were still reminders of the past, flickers of the world heâd left behind. Wade, for one. The bastard had somehow adapted to this new reality like a fish to water, making sarcastic jokes about âtimeline anomaliesâ and âmultiverse etiquetteâ while Logan tried not to punch him in the face.
It wasnât that Logan hated Wade. No, he knew Wade had been through his own version of hell. It was just that Wade had a way of poking at the deepest parts of Loganâs soul, the parts he didnât want anyone messing with. Like Wade knew exactly how to find the cracks in Loganâs armor and jab at them with a grin on his face.
Yet despite that, Wade was here. And Laura. And something about that gnawed at Logan in ways he couldnât explain.Â
Wadeâs presence wasnât just an annoyance. It was a reminder that Logan wasnât alone. That even in this fractured world, there were still people around him. People who gave a damn. Wade might be a pain in the ass, but Logan couldnât deny that the man had his back when it counted.
And Lauraâshe was tougher than nails, just like him. The kid had been through more than anyone her age should have to endure. In many ways, she was his mirror: fierce, stubborn, carrying the weight of violence in her bones. But where Logan was tired, worn down by the decades, Laura still had fire in her. She hadnât lost that part of herself yet.
God, he hoped she wouldnât.
---
Logan had spent his life running from his past. It was the one thing he was good at. He had been the lone wolf for so long, keeping people at armâs length, pushing them away the moment they got too close. Heâd lost count of how many times he had built walls around himself, thicker and higher each time. Heâd perfected the art of being alone.
But this time, the past felt closer than ever.Â
In his quiet momentsâthose rare seconds when Wade wasnât around, spouting off ridiculous commentary about âcrossing universesâ or ârebooting franchisesââLogan found his mind drifting back to the things he couldnât forget. The people. The places. The blood.
The world around him might have changed, but his memories hadnât.
He remembered the sound of Charlesâ voice, the way the professorâs mind had felt inside his own, guiding him when everything else was chaos. He remembered Jean, her face twisted with power and pain, and how he had been the one to end it. To end her. He remembered the wars, the endless wars, and the way they had ripped him apart inside, piece by piece.
Loganâs hands clenched around the neck of the bottle, his knuckles turning white. It wasnât fair. The memories werenât fair. They were all ghosts now, haunting him in the quiet of this new world. He had outlived them all, and sometimes he wondered if that was the worst partâbeing the last one standing.
Laura was the only one who could understand, even if she didnât say it out loud. She had the same memories, the same scars. They were alike in that way, bound together by the violence of their creation.Â
Yet she still looked at the world with a glimmer of hope.Â
Logan envied her for that.
---
What tore at him the mostâwhat kept Logan up at night, staring at the ceiling, his chest heavy with the weight of itâwas the gnawing feeling that maybe he didnât want to be alone. Not anymore.Â
For years, Logan had convinced himself that solitude was his destiny. That he was too dangerous, too broken to be close to anyone. He had lost too much, and losing again wasnât something he could handle. It was easier to keep the world at a distance. To fight alone. To bleed alone.Â
But now, sitting here in the middle of nowhere with Wade making bad jokes and Laura not too far away, Logan found himself facing a truth he didnât know how to accept.
He cared about them.Â
Heâd never say it out loud, of course. That wasnât his style. But it was there, gnawing at the back of his mind every time Wade dragged him into some ridiculous situation or Laura reminded him, with a single sharp look, that she was capable of handling herself.Â
In some messed-up way, these people had become his pack. His family.
Logan didnât do family. Not after all the ones he had lost. But now, against all odds, there was Wade with his incessant humor, and Laura with her silent strength. And, whether he liked it or not, Logan found himself caring.
Maybe too much.
That was the real problem, wasnât it? He couldnât afford to care. He had spent his whole life losing the people he loved, and he didnât want to go through that again. But this worldâthis strange new realityâwas forcing him to face a future he hadnât expected. A future where he wasnât alone.
And it scared the hell out of him.
---
Logan felt the beast stirring inside him every day. The anger, the rageâit was always there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for an excuse to tear its way out. In the old world, there had always been something to fight. Someone to kill. Thatâs what kept him going: the battles, the endless battles.
But here?Â
Here, in this quiet world, the beast had no outlet. There were no enemies to hunt, no wars to fight. And that scared him more than anything, because without the violence to drown in, Logan was left with the one thing he had spent his entire life avoiding: himself.
He didnât know how to live without the fight. Didnât know how to be the man people wanted him to be in this strange new life.Â
And yet, for the first time in years, Logan could feel something else stirring inside him. Something softer. It was a terrifying feelingâone that made him feel exposed and vulnerable in a way no battle ever had. It was the feeling of wanting something more.
Of wanting someone to come home to.
Logan shook his head, trying to shake the thought loose. He was too old for this. Too worn out, too broken. There was no place in his life for softness. No place forâ
A voice cut through the silence. âHey, old man, you brooding again? Donât worry, I brought beer! And chimichangas!â
Wade.
Logan growled low in his throat, but deep down, a part of himâthe part he refused to acknowledgeâwas relieved.Â
---
As the sun set over the trees, casting long shadows across the ground, Logan leaned back in his chair, listening to Wadeâs footsteps approaching. In another life, in another world, this wouldâve been the kind of thing that set him on edge.
***
Logan could hear you long before he saw you.
It was a sunny afternoonâtoo damn sunny for his tasteâwhen the sound of boxes being shuffled, a car door slamming, and a string of cheerful humming broke the usual quiet of his secluded little corner of the world. Loganâs brows furrowed as he sat on his porch, a cigar clamped between his teeth. He could feel the change, the shift in his surroundings, like the arrival of an unwanted storm.Â
He wasnât expecting anyone new to move in. He didnât need neighbors. Hell, he barely tolerated the company of Wade, and that bastard was like a cockroach, impossible to get rid of. But the sounds continued, grating on his nerves.
Logan tried to ignore it. He took a deep drag from his cigar, letting the smoke curl around him like a protective shield. He wasnât in the mood for people. Never was.Â
But then he heard itâthe unmistakable sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel driveway leading up to his cabin.
âHey there!â a bright voice called out, too damn chipper for the likes of him.
Logan squinted into the sunlight, his gaze landing on the source of the intrusion.
A womanâ with a wide smile and way too much energyâwas making her way toward him, waving as if they were old friends. She had a box tucked under one arm, and her other hand flailed in his direction like she hadnât quite mastered the art of walking and greeting someone at the same time.Â
Loganâs first thought was to retreat, to grumble some excuse and disappear into his cabin, lock the door, and hope sheâd get the hint.
But then she was there, standing at the edge of his porch, her eyes bright with curiosity and excitement. Logan could practically feel her energy radiating off her, and it made his skin itch.
âHi! Nice to meet ya,â you said, holding out a hand as if you two were meeting at some friendly town gathering. âI just moved in next door! Well, not exactly next door, but you know, close enough. Over there.â You pointed vaguely in the direction of the small house a few yards down the gravel road, the one that had been vacant for months. âI thought Iâd come by and introduce myself!â
Logan stared at you, his mouth clamped shut around the cigar, saying nothing. He didnât want to shake your hand. Hell, he didnât even want to look at you, but there you wereâbright, bubbly, and apparently oblivious to the fact that he wasnât the neighborly type.
Your hand hovered in the air for a moment longer before you dropped it, unfazed by his lack of response. You were smiling at him like you had all the time in the world, eyes sparkling with some kind of optimism that made Loganâs stomach twist.
âYou donât talk much, do you?â you said, cocking your head to the side, studying him like he was some kind of puzzle you were eager to figure out.
Logan grunted, the only sound he could manage. He wasnât about to engage in small talk with some stranger, let alone one as annoyingly cheerful as this one.
You didnât seem bothered by his silence. In fact, you didnât seem bothered by anything. You just kept talking, as if his gruff demeanor was nothing more than a speed bump on the road of your conversation.
âIâm opening a coffee shop!â you announced, her face lighting up even more, which Logan hadnât thought was possible. âRight down the street, actually. Itâs called Beans of Heavenâcute, right? I thought it was clever. Itâs gonna be small, but cozy. You should stop by sometime. I make the best coffee. Seriously, the *best*. Youâre not one of those âdonât talk to me until Iâve had my coffeeâ types, are you? âCause I can fix that. Iâve got all sorts of flavors, too. But if youâre more of a black coffee, no sugar, no fuss kind of guy, I can do that, too.â
You paused just long enough to take a breath, and Logan couldnât help but feel a little bit of admiration for the fact that you hadnât passed out from lack of oxygen. Damn, you could talk.
âI bet youâre a black coffee type,â you said, giving him a wink like youâd just solved some great mystery. âStrong, no nonsense. Thatâs you, right?â
Logan grunted again, this time out of sheer disbelief. Were you for real?
You smiled widerâhow, he didnât knowâand clapped your hands together. âI knew it! Okay, well, I just wanted to say hi and let you know that Iâm around. If you ever need anything, just holler! Or, you know, come by the shop. First cupâs on the house!â
Before Logan could tell you to leave, you waved one last time and turned on your heel, bouncing back toward the car like the world was made of sunshine and rainbows.Â
Logan stared after you, feeling a mix of irritation and confusion swirling in his gut. You were too much. Too loud. Too⌠happy. A part of him wanted to destroy that happiness, to crush it beneath the weight of his own darkness, just to see how long your smile would last.
But another part of himâthe part that still hadnât learned to let go of the things heâd lostâwanted to hold on to it. To be a part of it. Maybe even protect it.
He crushed those thoughts as soon as they appeared. That wasnât him. Not anymore.
No, the loudest part of him wanted to stay far away from you and that relentless energy. He didnât need that kind of brightness in his life. Heâd learned long ago that everything bright eventually dimmed. And Logan was no good at keeping things alive.
---
It didnât take long for you to open the shop.
Within a week, there was a new sign on the old building just down the road, a colorful thing that read Bean of Heaven in bold, cheerful letters. The place had been empty for as long as Logan could remember, just another relic of a town that was slowly dying. But you had breathed life into it, just like you had with everything else you touched.
Logan had no intention of visiting. He wasnât about to walk into a place where heâd have to sit and listen to your nonstop chatter. But fate, or maybe just bad luck, had other plans.
He ran out of beer.
There were no bars nearby, and the nearest liquor store was a half-hour drive. Heâd been sitting on his porch, staring at the empty bottle in his hand, when the smell hit himârich, dark, the unmistakable aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting down the street from your shop. His stomach growled, and despite himself, Logan found his feet moving toward the source.
The bell above the door jingled as he stepped inside, and there you wereâstanding behind the counter, pouring coffee with the same level of enthusiasm most people reserved for winning the lottery. Your head snapped up when you saw him, and your face lit up with that damn smile again.
âNeighbour! You made it!â you said, like youâd been expecting him all along. âI knew youâd come by eventually.â
Logan grunted, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. He didnât respond, just made his way to the counter, eyes scanning the shop. It was cozy, like youâd saidâlots of wooden tables, warm lighting, and shelves lined with plants and knickknacks. It didnât feel like a place that belonged in his world.Â
You handed him a cup, black coffee, no sugar, no creamâjust how he liked it. He took a sip, the warmth flooding through him, and he couldnât help but let out a small sound of approval.
It was the best damn coffee heâd ever had.
âYou like it, huh?â You asked, eyes twinkling with pride. âTold you I make the best coffee. Youâre gonna be hooked, I promise.â
Logan didnât answer, just took another sip, letting the coffee do the talking for him.
You leaned on the counter, your head resting in your hands, watching him like he was the most interesting thing in the world. âSo,â you said, breaking the silence, âyouâre kind of a mystery, arenât you?â
Loganâs jaw tightened. He didnât like being a mystery to anyone. Especially not someone like you, who seemed intent on figuring him out.
âI bet youâve got all sorts of stories,â you continued, undeterred by his silence. âI mean, youâve got that whole ��lone wolfâ vibe going on. You know, the brooding guy with the mysterious past? People eat that stuff up.â
Logan grunted, trying to ignore you, but you didnât seem to get the hint. You just kept talking, words bouncing around the shop like they had a life of their own.
âYou ever think about opening up? I mean, Iâm sure youâve been through a lot. Everyoneâs got their demons, right? And I get it, you donât want to talk about it. Thatâs fine. But, you know, sometimes it helps to have someone to talk to. Not that Iâm saying you need to talk to me or anything, butââ
Logan shot you a look, one that usually shut people up pretty fast. But you? You just smiled, like he hadnât even glared at you.
âYouâre not much for conversation, huh?â
***
The first few weeks after Loganâs initial trip to Beans of Heaven passed in a haze of routine. Every morning, like clockwork, heâd walk down the road to the small coffee shop. The sun was always just barely creeping over the horizon, and the air was still crisp with the nightâs lingering chill. The smell of freshly brewed coffee would hit him the moment he opened the door, mingling with the scent of cinnamon rolls and other pastries you had undoubtedly baked before dawn.
You, for your part, had made a habit of greeting him the same way every day, with a wide smile that seemed to stretch across your entire face. âLogan! Black coffee, no frills, coming right up!â
At first, he just grunted in response, as usual. But there was something about youâsomething relentless, something he couldnât quite figure out. Most people wouldâve taken the hint after a few days of silence from him, maybe decided to stop talking altogether. But not you. No, you kept at it, talking about everything and nothing, filling the air with words while Logan sat at his usual table in the back corner, sipping his coffee.
He didnât respond. Not really. But there was a part of him that started to look forward to it, the way your voice would fill the shop, the way you laughed at your own jokes. It was ridiculous, how much energy you had. And even more ridiculous how much it didnât annoy him as much as it shouldâve.
---
It happened one day, without him even meaning to.
Logan had been sitting at his usual spot, staring out the window, watching the way the morning light filtered through the trees. You were behind the counter, humming some cheerful tune while you wiped down the espresso machine. You hadnât started talking to him yet that morningâmaybe youâd finally realized he wasnât much for conversation.
But then, out of nowhere, you blurted out, âYou ever play hockey, Logan?â
His eyes flicked up to you, and for a split second, he almost ignored the question, like he always did. But something inside him cracked, maybe because it was such a random thing to ask, or maybe because he hadnât been asked about hockey in a long time.
âYeah,â he muttered, his voice rough like gravel. âA long time ago.â
Your eyes widened, and for a moment, you looked like you weren't sure if youâd imagined his response or not. But then, just as quickly, you beamed at him. âI knew it! Youâve got that âgritty, fight-anyone-who-looks-at-you-wrongâ vibe. Bet you were one of those enforcers, huh? Knocking peopleâs teeth out?â
Logan snorted, a sound that surprised even him. He hadnât meant to make it, but there it was. âSomething like that.â
You practically bounced on your heels, grinning like youâd just unlocked some great mystery. âThatâs awesome! Youâll have to teach me some moves one day. I mean, Iâm not a hockey player, but I do love watching the games. Fast-paced, brutalâright up your alley, I bet.â
Logan didnât respond, but something about the way you said itâabout how easily you talked to him, how you didnât flinch at his gruffnessâmade him feel⌠different. Not in a bad way, but in a way that was unfamiliar.Â
It felt comfortable. And that was terrifying.
---
After that day, something shifted between you two. It wasnât drastic, but it was thereâa slow, almost imperceptible change. Logan found himself responding more often, if only with a few words here and there. You, in turn, seemed to take his gruff replies as victories, your laughter growing warmer every time he said something back.
You still talked a lot. About your shop, about the town, about random things you found amusing. Logan didnât mind, though. Your voice became part of the background, something that made the shop feel⌠alive.
And then, one Sunday, you hit him with the invitation that he hadnât seen coming.
âHey, Logan?â you called from behind the counter as you wiped down the tables after the last customer of the day had left.
He looked up from his coffee, raising an eyebrow in question.
âSo, I was thinking⌠Iâve got this Sunday dinner tradition, and I usually eat alone, which is fine, but itâd be way more fun if you joined me,â you said, words spilling out in that usual rapid-fire way you had. âIâm making lasagnaâwell, trying to, anyway. Itâs kind of a work in progress, but itâs edible, I promise.â
Logan stared at you for a moment, trying to figure out if you were serious. Dinner? With him? It was the kind of thing people did when they were friends, or at least something close to it.Â
He wasnât sure he was ready for that. But the look on your faceâhopeful, yet casual, like you weren't pressuring himâmade it hard to say no. You weren't asking much. Just dinner.
âI donât do lasagna,â he said gruffly, setting his mug down.
You blinked, clearly not expecting that response. âOh⌠okay. Well, what do you do? I can make something elseâanything you like.â
He sighed, knowing he was walking right into the trap. âSteak. Rare.â
Your face lit up like Christmas had come early. âSteak it is! Sunday, six oâclock. Donât be late!â
And just like that, Logan found himself sitting at your table a few days later, cutting into a steak that was cooked almost perfectly, and listening to you ramble on about some small-town drama that he didnât care about in the slightest. But he listened anyway, because for the first time in longer than he could remember, he didnât mind the noise.
It was⌠nice. And that unsettled him more than anything.
---
Sunday dinners became a thing. He didnât know how it happened, or when it happened, but suddenly, every Sunday at six, Logan found himself sitting at your table, eating whatever meal youâd decided to cook that week.Â
In return, he invited you over one evening to watch a hockey game. He wasnât much of a TV guy, but the game was on, and he figured if you liked hockey as much as you said you did, it wouldnât hurt to have someone else to sit in silence with while the action played out on the screen.
But, of course, silence wasnât part of the deal with you.
âOh my God, that hit was brutal!â you exclaimed, clutching the edge of the couch as one of the players was slammed into the boards. âIs it bad that I kind of love that part?â
Logan chuckled, a sound he was still getting used to making around you. âThatâs the best part.â
They watched the rest of the game, and by the end of it, you were nearly bouncing off the couch with excitement, throwing out commentary as if you were one of the analysts. Logan didnât mind. It reminded him of the old days, of sitting in dingy bars with teammates, knocking back beers after a hard fight. It felt good. Comfortable.
Too comfortable.
---
That comfort was the problem. The more time Logan spent with you, the more he found himself settling into a routineâa dangerous routine. Sunday dinners. Hockey nights. Coffee in the mornings, with your cheerful voice filling the air as you teased him about his gruffness.
He could feel himself relaxing around you, letting his guard down in ways he hadnât done in years. And that scared the hell out of him.
Logan had learned long ago that comfort didnât last. It couldnât. People left. People died. He was a walking reminder of that. The more comfortable he got, the harder it would be when it all inevitably fell apart. And it would fall apart. It always did.
So he started to pull away.
It wasnât drastic at first. Just little things. He stopped responding as much when you talked to him. Heâd grunt instead of offering actual words. Heâd sit in the shop for shorter amounts of time, finishing his coffee faster so he didnât have to linger in your presence.
You noticed, of course. You werenât oblivious.
âYou okay?â you asked one morning, your usual smile faltering just a little as you set his coffee down in front of him.
Logan didnât meet your gaze. âYeah. Fine.â
But he wasnât fine, and you both knew it.
The following week, he didnât show up for Sunday dinner. He didnât even call to cancelâhe didnât have your number anyway. He figured youâd get the message. You didnât need him complicating your life. You didnât need his baggage, his darkness.Â
And he sure as hell didnât need to get attached to someone who would eventually leave, one way or another.
Days passed, and Logan avoided the coffee shop altogether. He holed up in his cabin, kept to himself, buried his feelings under layers of gruff silence. He told himself it was for the best. He was saving both of them from whatever disaster was waiting down the road.Â
But the silence that followed his absence was unbearable.
---
You had always been good at reading people, even if they didnât want to be read. And Logan? He was the kind of guy who had âwallsâ written all over him, the kind of guy who didnât let people in easily
***
Logan sat in his small living room, the faint crackle of the fireplace the only sound in the cabin. He had a beer in his hand and an ever-present scowl on his face. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the room in shadows, but he didnât bother to turn on any lights. There was no point. Darkness suited him just fine.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and Logan grunted, already knowing who it was without checking. Wade had been pestering him all week, leaving voice messages filled with his usual barrage of nonsense, bad jokes, and bizarre references. Most days, Logan ignored him. But tonight, for reasons he couldnât quite figure out, he picked up.
âWhat do you want, Wade?â Logan grumbled as he hit the video call button.
The screen flickered to life, and there was Wade WilsonâDeadpoolâgrinning like an idiot, wearing what looked like a unicorn onesie, complete with a rainbow mane on the hood.
âLogan!â Wade exclaimed, way too loudly. âMy favorite grumpy Canadian! Howâs life in the great wide wilderness? Have you finally turned into a lumberjack or are you just planning on brooding yourself into oblivion?â
Logan rolled his eyes, already regretting answering. âWhat the hell do you want, Wade?â
âWhat do I want?â Wade gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. âWhat do I want? Just to check in on my best buddy, thatâs all! Itâs been ages. Iâm just making sure you havenât gotten yourself eaten by a bear or, you know, spontaneously combusted from sheer grumpiness.â
âIâm fine,â Logan said flatly, taking a long pull from his beer.
Wade squinted at him through the screen. âYou sure about that, pal? You look like youâve been chewing on nails and spitting out iron filings. Youâre not even gonna give me a smile? Not even a little one?â
Logan grunted. âDonât push it.â
Wade wiggled his eyebrows. âSo, howâs the new reality treating you? Youâre all settled in, yeah? Got your cabin, got your woods, got your mysterious brooding vibe going strong. You must be in paradise.â
Logan leaned back in his chair, trying to get comfortable, but Wadeâs incessant cheer made it impossible. âItâs fine. Quiet. Just how I like it.â
âOh sure, I bet,â Wade said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. âIâm sure youâre just living the dream out there, all by yourself, surrounded by nothing but trees and loneliness. ExceptâŚwait a minuteâŚâ He leaned in close to the camera, his eyes narrowing. âWhat about that neighbor you mentioned once or twice? What was her name?â
Logan answered before he could stop himself.
Wadeâs face lit up with a devilish grin. âAh! Thatâs the one! Sooo⌠howâs she doing? Is she still making you that delicious, life-changing coffee?â
Loganâs jaw tightened. He didnât want to have this conversation. Not with Wade. Not with anyone.
âItâs nothing,â Logan muttered, his voice low. âSheâs just⌠a neighbor.â
Wade leaned back, folding his arms over his chest, clearly enjoying this more than he should. âJust the neighbor, huh? You sure about that? âCause from what Iâve gathered, youâve been spending a lot of time over at that little coffee shop of hers. And I donât think itâs just because she makes a killer latte.â
Loganâs grip on the beer bottle tightened. âI go there for the coffee. Thatâs it.â
âUh-huh,â Wade said, nodding slowly, his eyes wide with fake innocence. âSo, no other reason, huh? Not even a teensy, tiny bit of interest in just her? Youâre not, I dunno, secretly enjoying her bubbly personality? Maybe even starting to like the fact that she talks your ear off every morning?â
Logan growled, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. âI told you, Wade. Sheâs nothing special. Just an annoying, overly cheerful neighbor who wonât leave me alone.â
Wadeâs grin faltered for a second, but Logan didnât notice. He was too caught up in his own frustration, the words spilling out faster than he could stop them.
âShe talks too much. Laughs too damn much. Always smiling, always trying to drag me into these pointless conversations,â Logan snapped, his voice rising. âAnd sheâs always⌠happy. Like, ridiculously happy. Itâs like sheâs never had a bad day in her life, and itâs just⌠itâs too much. I donât need that. I donât want that.â
Wade held up a hand, trying to interject, but Logan kept going, his anger building with each word.
âSheâs not even a friend. Just this⌠annoying bother who stumbled into my life and wonât let go. She doesnât get itâshe doesnât get me. Sheâs⌠sheâs a distraction. A useless, loud, irritating distraction.â
âLoganââ Wade tried to say, his voice quieter now, but Logan didnât hear him.
âAnd whatâs worse is, no matter how much I try to push her away, she just keeps coming back. With her damn coffee and her stupid smile and her endless chatter. I donât need that kind of noise in my life. I donât need her. I donât need anyone.â
âLoganââ Wade said again, this time more urgently, his eyes flicking to something off-screen. But Logan wasnât paying attention.
âI just want to be left alone, Wade. Thatâs it. Alone.â
There was a beat of silence. The fire crackled in the background, and Logan took a deep breath, his anger slowly ebbing as he realized how much heâd said. He hadnât meant to go off like that, but once heâd started, the floodgates had opened.
Wade cleared his throat. âUh⌠Logan, buddy. You might wanna turn around.â
Loganâs brow furrowed. âWhat?â
Wade pointed over Loganâs shoulder, a tight, uncomfortable smile on his face. âTurn. Around.â
Loganâs body went rigid. Slowly, he turned in his chair, the weight of Wadeâs words sinking into his chest. His heart pounded as his gaze landed on the porch.
And there, standing in the fading light, was you.
You were holding a tray with two cups of coffee and a boxâprobably filled with some homemade baked goods, knowing you. Your face was pale, eyes wide with shock and hurt. You looked frozen in place, as if you couldnât quite believe what youâd just heard.
Loganâs mouth went dry, a sinking feeling settling deep in his gut.
You blinked, smile weak, forced, like you were trying to hold it together. âI, uh⌠Iâm sorry,â you said, your voice so soft it barely reached him. âI didnât mean to⌠overhear. I just⌠I brought you some coffee and⌠and a little something to eat.â
Logan opened his mouth to say something, to explain, but no words came. He was trapped, frozen by the weight of his own mistakes, of everything heâd just said.
Your eyes flicked to the ground, and you set the tray down on the porch railing, hands shaking just slightly. âIâll⌠Iâll just go.â
You didnât wait for him to respond. You didnât say anything else. You just turned and walked away, the sound of footsteps fading as you disappeared down the gravel road toward your house.
Logan stood there, staring at the tray youâd left behind, a hollow ache spreading through his chest. He didnât know what to say. He didnât know what to do.
Heâd hurt you. The one thing heâd tried so hard not to do, and heâd done it anyway.
Behind him, Wadeâs voice broke the heavy silence. âWell, Logan, you really stepped in it this time.â
Logan didnât respond. He just stood there, his fists clenched at his sides, watching the spot where you had been moments before, his mind racing with all the things he wished he could take back.
But it was too late.
You were gone.
***
You could still remember the day you first saw himâthe man who seemed to be carved out of stone, with a permanent scowl etched on his face and eyes that carried the weight of the world. Heâd been sitting on the porch of his small, weather-beaten cabin, a cigar clamped between his teeth, exuding an aura of "stay the hell away." And yet, there was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was because, despite that gruff exterior, you sensed something familiar. Something like loneliness.
You had just moved into your new home, a quaint little place down the road. It wasnât much, but it was yours. After years of drifting from place to place, trying to find somewhere that felt like home, You had finally found this sleepy little town. It had charm, history, and enough distance from your past to feel like a fresh start.Â
Your coffee shop, Beans of Heaven, had been a dream for years, and now it was finally real. You poured your heart into the placeâevery morning waking up early to bake pastries, grind fresh coffee beans, and create an atmosphere that felt warm and welcoming. But something was missing. Maybe someone was missing.
Then there was Logan, your grumpy, brooding neighbor who never smiled and hardly ever spoke. He intrigued you in ways you couldnât explain, but more than that, he reminded you of something you had been missing for a long time: companionship. And though you knew he was the type of man who would rather chew glass than have a heartfelt conversation, you wanted to get to know him. You wanted to be his friend.
---
The first time you approached Logan, you were filled with usual optimism. You had introduced yourself with a wide smile, carrying a box of fresh pastries and two cups of coffeeâhoping that a bit of kindness might crack through his tough exterior. His reaction, or lack thereof, had been exactly what youâd expected: a grunt, a nod, and nothing more.
Most people wouldâve given up after that first encounter. You werenât most people.
You didnât let Loganâs cold demeanor deter you. Day after day, you greeted him at the shop with the same enthusiasm, offering him a free coffee or some fresh-baked cookies. He never accepted anything beyond his usual black coffee, and most of the time heâd just sit in silence, staring out the window. But still, he came back, and that was enough to encourage you.
You had always been the âbubblyâ one. The girl with too much energy, too much cheer. It was part of who you were, and you liked to believe that this positivity could rub off on others. But in reality, making friends has never been easy for you. People would be drawn to the warmth and laughter at first, but eventually, theyâd drift away. Your constant need for connection, endless talking, enthusiasmâit all became too much for them.
Youâd had friends in the pastâplenty of them, in factâbut they never stayed for long. They would start to roll their eyes when you laughed too hard or sigh when you talked too much. Slowly, subtly, theyâd pull away, leaving you feeling like you were always too much. Too much of a handful. Too much energy. Too much emotion.
So when Logan accepted your invitation to Sunday dinner for the first time, you had been over the moon. He had seemed so closed off, so unreachable, that you hadnât expected him to agree. And yet, there he was, sitting at your table, cutting into a steak and grumbling his way through dinner. He wasnât exactly the picture of warmth, but just having him there, sharing a meal with you, felt like a small victory.
Then came the hockey night. Logan had invited you over, and for once, it wasnât you doing all the pushing. Youâd sit on his couch, cheering on the players, feeling more alive than you had in a long time. For a while, everything felt⌠comfortable.Â
It was strange to feel so at ease around someone like Logan, but that was the thingâdespite his grumpiness, despite his silenceâhe made you feel safe. You didnât feel the need to tone yourself down or apologize for being âtoo much.â With Logan, you could be herself, and that feeling was rare.
---
As the weeks went by, you found herself growing closer to Logan, though âcloserâ in Loganâs world didnât mean much. He still grumbled more than he spoke, and he rarely shared anything personal. But the fact that he kept showing upâwhether it was for coffee in the mornings, or Sunday dinners at your placeâmeant more to you than you could ever express.
And somewhere along the way, your feelings started to change.Â
It wasnât just friendship you were after anymore. No, it had become something much deeper than that.Â
You were falling for Logan. Fast and hard.
You hadnât meant to. It wasnât like you had planned on it. But there was something about himâsomething in the way he was so guarded, so rough around the edges, yet kind in the smallest of waysâthat made your heart ache. You had seen glimpses of who he really was beneath that tough exterior, and those glimpses made you want to know more. Made you want him.
It was the little things that got to you. Like the way heâd sit quietly and actually listen to you, even when you rambled on about random things. Or how heâd sometimes mutter a sarcastic comment that made you laugh, even when you knew he was trying to sound annoyed. There was a softness to him, buried deep down, and you wanted to uncover it. You wanted to make him smile.
But Logan was a hard man to read, and just when you thought they were becoming friends, just when you thought there might be something more between them, he started pulling away.
---
It wasnât drastic at first. Just small changes. Logan became quieter, more distant. He stopped responding as much when you talked, going back to his old ways of grunting and nodding instead of giving those rare, short responses you had come to appreciate.
Then, he started spending less time at the coffee shop. Heâd come in, get his coffee, and leave without saying much. The conversations you both used to have, no matter how one-sided, seemed to dwindle, replaced by a heavy silence that you didnât know how to break.
It hurt. You didnât want to admit it, but it did. After all the time theyâd spent together, after all the dinners and the quiet moments, you had started to believe that maybeâjust maybeâLogan felt the same way about you as you did about him.
But his distance told you otherwise.Â
You had never been good at confrontation. You hated the idea of pushing someone into talking about something they didnât want to. But with Logan, it was different. You didnât want to lose whatever connection you had. You didnât want to be just another person who drifted away from him.
So, one evening, you made up your mind. You were going to talk to him. Maybe even⌠ask him out. You had never been this nervous before, not with anyone else. But Logan was different. He mattered.
You baked his favorite dessertâblack olive brownies, not too sweet, just like he liked them. It was something he had mentioned in passing once, a rare glimpse into the things he enjoyed. You had never heard of anyone liking such a strange combination, but you had found a recipe and made it work. You wanted it to be perfect.
Logan had given you a key to his cabin a while agoââJust in case,â he had said, gruffly, one day after dinner. Heâd made it sound like no big deal, but to you, it had meant everything. He trusted you, at least in some small way.
---
That evening, you decided youâd surprise him. Show up with the brownies and some coffee, and just⌠talk. Maybe youâd tell him how you felt. Maybe you wouldnât. But at the very least, you wanted to clear the air between you two. You didnât want to lose him.
You walked up the gravel path to his cabin, your heart pounding in your chest, the tray of brownies carefully balanced in your hands. You were nervousâmore nervous than youâd ever beenâbut you told yourself that everything would be fine. Logan wasnât the type of man who would just shut you out completely. He wouldnât hurt you. Not intentionally.
But as you reached the porch, you heard voices.Â
Loganâs voice, deep and rough, coming from inside the cabin. And someone elseâsomeone familiar.
You paused just before you reached the door, your hand halfway to the knob. It was Wadeâs voice. You smiled to herself, remembering the way Logan would grumble about Wadeâs constant calls and visits. Heâd only ever mentioned Wade a few times, but you could tell the two of them had a complicated friendship.
You didnât mean to eavesdrop. You didnât want to. But something in Loganâs tone stopped you in her tracks.
ââŚsheâs just an annoying, overly cheerful neighbor who wonât leave me alone.â
You froze.
Your heart clenched in your chest as the words sunk in, cutting through you like a knife. You told yourself you must have misheard, that maybe Logan was talking about someone else, but then he continued.
âSheâs not even a friend. Just this⌠annoying bother who stumbled into my life and wonât let go. She doesnât get itâshe doesnât get me. Sheâs a distraction. A useless, loud, irritating distraction.â
You felt your hands start to shake, the tray of brownies wobbling in your grasp. You could hear Wade trying to interrupt him, trying to stop him, but Loganâs voice kept going, his words growing harsher, more defensive.
âI just want to be left alone, Wade. Thatâs it. Alone.â
The world seemed to tilt on its axis as you stood there, frozen on the porch. Your mind raced, your heart pounding so loud you could barely hear anything else. You had come here to talk to him, to open yourself up in a way you hadnât done in years. You had thoughtâno, had hopedâthat maybe Logan cared about you, even in his gruff, distant way.
But now, standing there, hearing him tear you apart with his words, you realized how wrong you had been.
You had always been too much for people. Too much energy. Too much positivity. Too much⌠everything. And now, once again, you have pushed someone away without even realizing it.Â
Your stupid, foolish heart had fallen for someone who didnât want you. Who didnât even see you as a friend. You had been a distraction to himânothing more than a nuisance he had tolerated out of some sense of politeness.
Tears stung your eyes, but you blinked them away. You wouldnât cry. Not here. Not now.
You set the tray of brownies down on the porch railing, Your hands trembling as you adjusted the coffee cups next to them. You stood there for a moment, staring at the door at Logan, when he turned around.Â
Taking a deep breath, you forced a weak smile onto your face. It was a habit. Something you did when you needed to hold yourself together.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, to Logan. âI didnât mean to⌠bother you.â
With that, you turned and walked away, your heart breaking with every step.Â
---
You had always been the type of person who saw the best in people. You believed in second chances, in redemption, in the idea that everyone deserves kindness. But now, as you walked back to your little house down the road, you felt that familiar ache settling deep in your chestâthe one you had felt too many times before.
You had been too much for Logan. Just like you had been too much for everyone else in your life. Friends, acquaintances, even your familyâthey had all grown tired of you eventually. Of your laughter, energy, the need to connect with people. You had tried so hard to fit in, to make yourself smaller, to be less of a burden. But it never worked.
And now, Loganâthe one person you had thought might be differentâhad proven you wrong.
You were destined to be alone. To always be too much for people to handle.Â
Logan had made it clear how he felt.Â
He wanted to be alone, and you would respect that. You wouldnât bother him anymore. You wouldnât force your way into his life, trying to make him laugh or smile or feel anything at all. You would leave him alone, just like he wanted.
And maybe, just maybe, youâd learn to live with that.
***
Logan hadnât planned on hurting you. Hell, he hadnât planned on any of it. Heâd only been trying to keep you at armâs lengthâjust like he did with everyone else. It wasnât like he was good with people. Heâd learned that a long time ago, that anyone who got close to him ended up hurt one way or another. He was a mess of scars and guilt, haunted by too many lifetimes of pain. He was trying to save you from that.
But now, sitting alone in his cabin, the familiar quiet pressing in on him from all sides, Logan realized just how wrong heâd been. The stillness, the silenceâit wasnât the peace heâd been craving. It was suffocating.
He had driven you away.
It had been days since youâd heard him call you âan annoying, overly cheerful neighbor who wouldnât leave him alone.â Days since youâd heard him say you werenât even a friend, that you were just a distraction, a bother. Days since heâd noticed the way your smile had faltered, the way your shoulders had slumped ever so slightly before you quietly left, your tray of coffee and brownies left behind like a sad reminder of what heâd done.
At first, Logan had convinced himself it was for the best. Youâd get over it, move on with your life, and heâd go back to the way things were before youâd stumbled into his world. Before youâd made him laughâactually laughâor shared your endless supply of kindness, even when heâd done nothing to deserve it.
But that wasnât how it went.
You didnât bounce back like you usually did. You didnât come by the cabin the next day, or the day after that. And the longer the days stretched without you, the heavier Loganâs chest felt. The realization hit him slowly but forcefully: he didnât want to go back to how things were before.
He missed you.
***
Logan hadnât stepped foot in your shop since that night, but after nearly a week of dodging the place, he finally couldnât stand it anymore. So he went. The bell above the door jingled as he walked in, and the familiar scent of fresh coffee and pastries filled the air. But something was off. Something that made Loganâs gut twist uncomfortably.
You were there behind the counter, as usual, but you werenât the same. Gone was the lively energy that always filled the shop, replaced by a quietness that felt entirely wrong in this place. You werenât laughing with customers or talking their ears off about the latest coffee blend you were experimenting with. You were polite, efficient, but that was it. Nothing more.
And when you saw him, your expression didnât change. No smile, no warmth. Just a quiet nod as you took his order like he was any other customer.
It stung more than Logan cared to admit.
He approached the counter, trying to find the wordsâwords he wasnât good at, words that felt heavy and awkward in his mouth. âLook, I⌠Iâm sorry,â he grumbled, his voice low, rough, as if the words themselves were foreign to him.
You looked up at him, your eyes soft but distant, and gave him a small, tight smile. âThereâs no need to apologize, Logan. Really. Itâs fine.â
It wasnât fine. It was anything but fine, and he could see it in the way you held yourself. You were still kind, still polite, but there was a distance there now, a wall that hadnât been there before. It was like you had taken all that warmth you used to shower him with and locked it away, offering him only the bare minimum.
âYou donât need to act like⌠like nothing happened,â Logan muttered, his frustration bubbling up despite himself. He didnât know how to fix this, but he hated the way you were looking at him like he was just another face in the crowd.
But you shook your head, that same small, strained smile on your face. âYou didnât do anything wrong. I understand.â
You turned to grab his coffee, but Logan could see the slight tremble in your hands. You were hurt, even if you werenât saying it outright. And you were trying so damn hard to pretend like it didnât matter, like his words hadnât struck you right in the heart.
When you handed him the coffee, your eyes briefly flickered with somethingâsomething like sadnessâbut then it was gone, replaced with that same forced politeness.
âThanks,â he muttered, taking the cup. He lingered for a moment, hoping youâd say something more, but you didnât. You just moved on to the next customer, your back turned to him like he wasnât even there.
Logan left the shop feeling worse than he had when he walked in.
The next few days were no better. Logan started coming back to the coffee shop more regularly, hoping to find a way to fix things, but every time, you treated him the same. Like any other customer. No more easy conversation, no more warmth in your voice, no more lingering smiles.
You were kind, but you were distant. Every interaction felt like a transactionâpolite, professional, but cold. And the worst part? Logan could see how much it hurt you to act that way. He could see the moments where you started to talk to him like you used to, where your eyes lit up for a split second like you wanted to tell him about something funny that happened or share one of your stories. But then youâd catch yourself, and the light would die, replaced by that same tired, distant smile.
You were holding yourself back, and Logan knew it was because of him.
He wasnât the only one who noticed the change in you. Some of your regularsâpeople who had known you long before Logan ever showed upâstarted asking if everything was okay. You just brushed them off with a laugh, saying you were tired or had been busy lately, but Logan knew better.
It was his words that had drained you. His careless, stupid words that had taken the best part of youâthe part that had always been so full of lifeâand dimmed it.
And it killed him to know that.
***
The worst part came on a Saturday afternoon before your Sunday dinner meeting the next day, just as Logan was about to leave the shop. He had started to make a habit of stopping by, hoping that maybeâjust maybeâyouâd start talking to him like you used to. That maybe youâd give him a chance to make things right. But that hadnât happened. Not yet.
As he reached the door, your voice stopped him.
âLogan?â you called softly, and he turned to see you standing behind the counter, your hands nervously fidgeting with a dishtowel.
âYeah?â he grunted, turning to face you fully, his brow furrowed.
You hesitated, your eyes flicking to the floor before you spoke. âAbout tomorrow⌠You donât have to come to dinner if you donât want to. I⌠I understand if youâd rather not.â
Loganâs heart sank. You had always invited him to Sunday dinner, ever since youâd become friends. It had become part of the routine, something comfortable and familiar. And now, you were telling him it was okay if he didnât come. That he didnât have to be there.
The way you said itâthe quiet resignation in your voiceâit was like you were apologizing for existing. Like you thought youâd pushed him too far by inviting him into your life, by asking for his company.
You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a soft sadness. âIâm sorry if I⌠if I pushed too hard. I just⌠I thought maybe you enjoyed it. But if you donât, itâs okay. I donât want to bother you.â
Logan stared at you, his throat tight, his chest heavy with guilt. You thought you were the one who had pushed too hard? You thought you were the one who needed to apologize?
âDonât,â he muttered, his voice rough. âDonât do that. You didnât do anything wrong.â
You just gave him a small, sad smile. âItâs okay, Logan. Really. I understand.â
You didnât wait for his response. You just turned back to the counter, your shoulders slumped as you busied yourself with cleaning up, as if the conversation had never happened. As if you werenât slowly slipping away from him, bit by bit.
Logan left the shop with a heavy heart, the weight of everything heâd done crashing down on him all at once.
***
Logan stared at the TV, barely seeing the game. The familiar roar of the crowd, the sharp scrape of skates on iceâall of it faded into the background as his mind drifted back to you.
The silence in the cabin was suffocating. Usually, youâd be here by now, sitting next to him on the couch, your laughter filling the room as you tried to explain to him why one teamâs jersey design was superior to the other. You didnât know much about hockey, but it never stopped you from trying to keep up.
But tonight, the couch beside him was empty.
Logan shifted uncomfortably, his hand resting on the cold beer he hadnât even opened. He thought back to yesterday, to the way youâd looked at him when you told him he didnât have to come to dinner. The quiet apology in your voice, the way youâd tried to act like everything was fine even though it clearly wasnât. Youâd been pulling away, bit by bit, and Logan had done nothing to stop it.
He couldnât shake the image of you standing behind the counter, your usual light dimmed, your eyes tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. And the worst part was, you had apologized to him. You had made it seem like you were the problem, like you had pushed too hard when in reality, it was him who had shoved you away.
And now, here he wasâalone, with nothing but the echo of your absence to keep him company.
Logan reached for his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen for a moment before he sighed, setting it down on the table with a heavy thud. He didnât know how to fix this. He wasnât good at apologies, wasnât good at talking about his feelings or admitting when heâd screwed up. But he couldnât keep pretending everything was fine when it wasnât.
And then, like a lightbulb flickering on in the back of his mind, he realized there was only one person he could call.
Logan stared at his phone for what felt like hours, the gnawing pit in his stomach getting worse with every passing minute. He didnât want to make this call. Of all the people in the world, Wade Wilson was the last person Logan wanted to ask for help. But Wade had been there that night. He had seen everythingâand worse, he had seen you.
That meant Wade knew. And if Wade knew, well, Logan had no choice but to call him.
With a resigned sigh, Logan tapped Wadeâs number. The phone rang twice before Wadeâs obnoxious voice burst through the speaker.
âLogan! My brooding, hairy amigo! What can I do for you? You need a babysitter for Laura? Oh, oh! Wait, I got itâyou wanna do a buddy cop movie together! Iâll be the zany, charming sidekick, and you can be the angry guy who growls a lot. Wait, you already do that. So Iâll beâ"
âWade,â Logan growled, cutting him off. âI need your help.â
There was a pause, and Logan could almost hear the grin forming on Wadeâs face.
âOh my God. Hold on. Hold the fâbeepâup,â Wade said, dropping his voice like he was narrating a dramatic trailer. ââLogan needs my help.â Wow. Wow, guys, are we hearing this? Logan, a.k.a. the Grumpiest X-Man, a.k.a. âI donât need anybody,â is asking me for help. This is huge! Character development, people! Mark this down for the sequel.â
Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, already regretting the call. âWadeâŚâ
âOkay, okay, Iâm done. Iâm done. Whatâs the problem? Did you finally realize that leather jackets and flannel arenât a personality?â
Logan gritted his teeth. âItâs about her.â
Another pause. Then, in classic Wade fashion, the tone shifted completely. âOhhh. Right, the cute neighbor girl with the coffee shop. The one you totally ruined. I remember now. Dude, you really shit the bed on that one, huh?â
Logan clenched his fist, the memory of that night still fresh in his mind. âYeah⌠she heard me say some things. Things I didnât mean.â
âOh nooo,â Wade groaned dramatically, dragging out the vowels. âYou did the whole âIâm a lone wolf, I donât need friends, emotions are for weaklingsâ bit, didnât you? The classic Logan screw-up! Ten out of ten, would not recommend.â
Logan didnât respond, which was answer enough.
âDude, she was standing right there with coffee and brownies!â Wade continued. âYou might as well have drop-kicked a puppy in front of her. It was painful to watch! I mean, not as painful as X-Men Origins: Wolverine, but stillâŚâ He paused, and Logan could practically hear him smirking. âYou know she left that tray behind, right? I ate the brownies. They were a little too sweet, but solid effort. Girlâs got a good heart.â
Logan growled, feeling the sting of regret twist deeper in his chest. âI get it, Wade. I messed up.â
âYeah, no kidding. But hereâs the thing, Wolvie,â Wade said, his tone suddenly shifting to something more genuine. âShe didnât just hear you. She heard you, you know? She was standing right there. That âannoyingâ comment? That hit her like a damn truck. And if you think sheâs just going to bounce back with a smile and a cup of coffee like nothing happened, youâre delusional. This is a Hallmark movie waiting to happen, and right now, youâre the grumpy lumberjack who just drove her back to the city.â
Logan swallowed, the weight of Wadeâs words hitting him hard. He hadnât just hurt you; heâd made you feel like you didnât matter. And for someone like youâsomeone who put so much heart into everything you didâthat was unforgivable.
âSo what do I do?â Logan muttered, his voice low.
âYou gotta fix it, obviously,â Wade replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âYouâve gotta show her that you care. And yeah, that means talking about your feelings, Logan. I know itâs your least favorite thing after happy endings and Deadpool sequels, but tough luck. Sheâs not a mind reader. You gotta tell her what she means to you.â
Logan frowned. âI donât⌠I donât know how to do that.â
Wade made a dramatic sigh. âOh, come on! Youâve got claws, a healing factor, and that grizzled Clint Eastwood vibe going on, but you donât know how to tell a girl you care about her? Listen, all you gotta do is be real. Apologize for being an emotionally constipated idiot, and tell her the truth. Thatâs it. No drama. No over-the-top declarations of love. Just tell her how you feel.â
Logan sat in silence, the weight of Wadeâs words sinking in. He knew Wade was rightâGod help him, Wade was actually right. If he didnât fix this, heâd lose you. And after everything, he couldnât let that happen.
âAnd for the record,â Wade added, breaking the silence, âif this turns into some epic romantic moment, I better be invited to the wedding. Iâve already got a Deadpool tux ordered, and trust me, itâs glorious.â
Logan sighed, already regretting the call. âThanks, Wade.â
âAnytime, Wolvie,â Wade chirped, his voice back to its usual annoying cheer. âNow go make things right, and rememberâdonât stab anyone while apologizing. Thatâs generally frowned upon.â
Logan hung up, staring at the phone for a moment longer. Wadeâs advice was ringing in his ears. He had to fix this. He had to tell you the truth, no matter how hard it was.
Because losing you wasnât an option.
***
Logan stood outside your coffee shop, the weight of his own guilt pressing down on him harder than any enemy heâd ever faced. Heâd never been good with words, never been good at talking about feelings or admitting when he was wrong. But this? This was something he had to do.
The bell above the door jingled as he pushed it open, the familiar scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries filling the air. It was a comfort, but today, it did little to ease the tension in his chest.
You were behind the counter, as always, but Logan could tell right away that something had changed. You werenât your usual self. Gone was the bright energy that had always seemed to follow you around like a cloud of sunshine. You smiled at customers, sure, but it was strained, and your usual chatter was replaced by polite, quiet exchanges.
Logan made his way to the counter, the words of apology swirling in his head, but when you looked up at him, something inside him twisted painfully. You looked tiredânot physically, but emotionally. The light in your eyes had dimmed, and it was all because of him.
âLogan,â you greeted him softly, your voice polite but distant. âWhat can I get you?â
He shifted awkwardly, his usual gruff demeanor faltering as he tried to find the words. âWe need to talk,â he said, his voice low.
You hesitated for a moment, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the counter. âIâm working right now,â you replied, your tone calm but guarded. âBut we can talk later. After I close up.â
Logan swallowed the lump in his throat. The distance in your voice was like a knife twisting in his gut, but he nodded. âIâll wait,â he muttered.
You gave him a small, tight smile, the same one youâd been giving him ever since that night. The same one that wasnât real.
âOkay,â you said quietly, and then you turned back to your work, leaving Logan standing there, feeling more lost than ever.
As he left the shop, Logan couldnât shake the image of you trying to hold it all togetherâtrying to act like his words hadnât hurt you when he knew damn well they had.
And that was when he realized: this was the moment Wade had warned him about. He couldnât keep pretending everything was fine. He had to tell you the truth, or heâd lose you for good.
And losing you was something he couldnât handle.
***
Logan stood in the dim light of Beans of Heaven, waiting for the last customer to leave. The smell of fresh coffee hung in the air, comforting but laced with tension. He had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in his head, but the words felt like jagged rocks in his throat. He wasnât good at thisânever had been. Hell, most of his life had been spent avoiding conversations like this altogether. But tonight, Logan couldnât avoid it anymore.
You were cleaning up behind the counter, your movements slower than usual, the exhaustion clear in the way your shoulders sagged. You hadnât said much to him since the night you overheard himâa few words here and there, nothing more. Logan didnât blame you. Heâd hurt you. Badly. And now, he had to own up to it.
When the last customer finally walked out, you turned the sign on the door to "Closed" and exhaled softly. You didnât even glance his way as you started wiping down the tables. It was like the distance between you had grown into a chasm, one that Logan didnât know how to cross.
But he was going to try.
âCan we talk?â Logan asked, his voice gruff but quiet.
You paused mid-wipe, your back still turned to him. There was a long, tense moment before you nodded and turned around to face him, leaning against the counter. You didnât say anything, but your eyes told him enoughâyou were listening, but barely. Your guard was up, and Logan had no one to blame but himself for that.
âLetâs sit,â Logan said, gesturing to one of the tables.
You hesitated, then walked over to the table and sat down. Logan followed, his heart pounding harder than it had in any battle heâd fought. This wasnât like fighting an enemyâhe couldnât punch his way through this. He had to speak, to explain himself, and that scared the hell out of him.
He sat across from you, his hands resting on the table, fingers tapping against the wood as he searched for the right words. For a moment, he just looked at youâyour face drawn, tired, but still beautiful in that way that had pulled him in from the start. And he hated himself for what he was about to say, for the truth that was going to spill out.
âYou deserve the truth,â Logan began, his voice low, rough. âAbout me. About why I⌠pushed you away.â
Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and he saw the hurt there, the confusion youâd been carrying ever since that night. He swallowed hard and continued.
âI ainât from here,â he said, the words awkward as they came out. âNot⌠this world, I mean. I come from another universe. I came hereâended up hereâafter a lot of shit went down. My past⌠itâs a mess. Hell, Iâm a mess.â
Your brow furrowed slightly, but you didnât interrupt. Logan knew he had to keep going, to let the words out before he lost the nerve.
âI was part of a team once,â Logan continued, his gaze dropping to his hands. âThe X-Men. We fought for something bigger than ourselves. We tried to make things better⌠tried to protect people. But I failed them. I let them die. All of âem. Professor X, Scott, Jean⌠the people I cared about most in the world. I couldnât save them. And it broke me.â
He clenched his fists, the memories crashing down on him like a wave. He had relived those moments over and over againâhis failure, the pain of losing everyone he loved.
âI ainât good with people. Never have been,â Logan said, his voice raw. âIâve spent my whole life pushing people away, âcause I know what happens when they get close. They get hurt. Or worse. Iâve seen it too many times.â
Logan hesitated, his eyes flicking back up to yours. There was something thereâa softness, a flicker of understanding, but the hurt was still lingering behind it.
âThat night,â Logan said, his voice dropping even lower, âwhen Wade started talkinâ about you⌠about us⌠I panicked. All I could think about was how I didnât want to drag you into my mess. How I didnât want to get close, âcause I knew itâd end up the same way it always does. So I said those thingsâthose stupid, hurtful things. I didnât mean âem. But I said âem anyway.â
Your expression didnât change, but your fingers tightened around the edge of the table. Logan exhaled, feeling the weight of his confession pressing down on him.
âI didnât want to hurt you,â he continued, his voice thick with regret. âBut I did. And I canât take that back. I donât expect you to forgive me, or to trust me again. But you deserve to know that none of this is your fault. I pushed you away because of me. Because Iâm afraid of losing you. Of losing anyone else.â
The silence that followed felt like it stretched on forever. Logan stared at the table, waiting for your response, his heart pounding in his chest. He didnât know what he expectedâanger, tears, maybe even for you to get up and walk away.
But when you finally spoke, your voice was quiet, steady.
âYou hurt me, Logan,â you said, and the words hit him like a punch to the gut. âIâve spent my whole life being the person whoâs too much. Too loud. Too bubbly. People get tired of me. They always do. And when you said those things⌠it felt like you were just like the rest of them. Like youâd gotten tired of me too.â
Logan clenched his jaw, hating himself more with every word you spoke. He hadnât just hurt youâheâd made you feel like you werenât enough. Like you were the problem, when it was really him all along.
âI ainât tired of you,â Logan said, his voice hoarse. âIt wasnât about that. It was my own damn head, my fears⌠my screwed-up past. I never wanted to hurt you. I swear.â
You looked at him for a long moment, your eyes searching his face as if you were trying to find some piece of the truth hidden there. Logan waited, his chest tight, his breath shallow. The silence between you felt heavy, thick with everything that had been left unsaid for too long.
When the silence stretched on too long, Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, murmuring a soft, âIâm sorry.â He didnât know what else to say. Heâd laid it all out, and now it was up to you.
Logan pushed back from the table, ready to leaveâready to give you the space you needed, the space he had denied you by showing up tonight. He stood up, muttering, âIâll leave you be. I shouldnât haveââ
âLogan.â
Your voice stopped him mid-step, and he turned to look at you, surprised.
You werenât looking at him directly, but your voice was softer now, a little less guarded. âThereâs a Cup final this Friday, and I was thinking⌠I could really go for some good beer.â
Logan stared at you for a second, processing your words. It wasnât muchâit wasnât forgiveness, not yetâbut it was something. It was an opening.
And for the first time in days, Logan felt a glimmer of hope.
âBeer, huh?â Logan grunted, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. âI think I can manage that.â
You looked up at him then, a small, tentative smile playing at the corners of your lips. And in that moment, Logan knewâhe hadnât lost you completely. Not yet.
***
Logan noticed it in the way your conversations shifted. There was a playfulness between you now that hadnât always been there before. You teased each other more, flirted evenâthough you hadnât quite called it that yet. It was lighthearted at first, a few sarcastic remarks here, a little banter there, but it started to build into something more, something that made Loganâs chest tighten every time you smiled in response to one of his comments.
There were nights when the two of you would close up the shop together, and instead of going your separate ways, youâd sit together in the shop long after it had closed, sharing stories and laughing about things that werenât even that funny. Logan would bring over a six-pack of beer or youâd dig into the pastries that didnât sell that day, both of you just⌠existing together in a way that felt easy, natural.
And the flirting? It became less subtle over time. There was a heat behind it now, a charge that wasnât there before, like the two of you were slowly testing the waters of something more but neither of you wanted to be the first to dive in.
One night, Logan had come over to your place, a rare occurrence, but something that was happening more frequently. You had invited him over after the shop had closed, and instead of sitting in silence or watching hockey, youâd both cracked open some beers and ended up watching a cheesy romantic comedy that was so bad, it was actually kind of good.
The movie wasnât exactly what Logan had expectedâit was all grand gestures and overly dramatic declarations of loveâbut there was something about watching it with you that made it⌠bearable. More than bearable, actually. He found himself laughing along with you, making sarcastic remarks at the ridiculous plot, and somewhere along the way, he realized that he was enjoying it.
Not because of the movie itself, but because of you.
Youâd both sat on the couch, not quite touching but close enough that Logan could feel the warmth of your body beside his. And as the movie dragged on, filled with all the usual rom-com clichĂŠs, Logan couldnât help but think about how different this feltâhow different you felt. There was something so easy about being around you, something that calmed the constant storm in his head.
But there was something else too.
Logan found himself watching you more than the movie, the sound of your laughter pulling him out of his own thoughts. Heâd never really thought about it before, but your laughter was like a balmâso different from the world he was used to. It wasnât just noise. It was light, something that made his chest tighten in a way that felt both unfamiliar and too familiar at the same time.
When you caught him watching, you didnât call him out for it. You just smiled, that warm, knowing smile that made him feel like maybe, just maybe, you understood him in ways no one else ever had.
âLogan,â you said softly, your eyes twinkling with amusement as the credits finally started to roll, âwhy do we always watch these terrible movies?â
Logan grunted, cracking open another beer. âYou like âem,â he muttered, his usual gruff response. But there was something softer behind it now, something that wasnât just irritation.
You chuckled, nudging his shoulder playfully. âYeah, but you could just say no, you know. You donât have to suffer through them with me.â
Logan shot you a sideways glance, his lips twitching into a small smirk. âAinât sufferinâ.â
That made you pause for a moment, your expression softening as you looked at him. There was a flicker of something in your eyesâsomething that made Loganâs heart pound a little harder in his chest.
âLogan,â you said again, your voice quiet but steady, âwhen are you going to ask me out already?â
Loganâs breath caught in his throat. He wasnât expecting you to be so directânot tonight, not while you were sitting there in the afterglow of a stupid romantic movie you both hated and loved to hate. But there it was, out in the open, plain as day. The unspoken thing between you, finally given a name.
He didnât answer at first. He just stared at you, his mind spinning as he tried to process what youâd just said. For so long, heâd kept that part of himself buriedâthe part that wanted more than just friendship, the part that wanted you. Heâd been terrified of it, terrified of what it would mean if he let himself feel that way. But now, sitting here with you, the question hanging in the air between you, he wasnât afraid anymore.
âI⌠donât know,â Logan muttered, his voice low, but there was no hesitation in his tone. âGuess Iâve been thinkinâ about it.â
You tilted your head, your lips curving into a small smile. âAnd?â
Loganâs eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself be honest.
âAnd I think I want to,â he admitted, his voice rough but sincere. âI just⌠I donât want to mess this up. Donât want to hurt you.â
You didnât answer right away. Instead, you leaned in closer, your hand resting gently on his arm. It was a small gesture, but it sent a jolt of warmth through him, one that settled deep in his chest.
âLogan,â you said softly, your eyes searching his, âyou wonât mess this up. I know you. I know who you are, and I know what youâre afraid of. But Iâm not going anywhere.â
Logan swallowed hard, the weight of your words hitting him straight in the gut. Heâd been waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for the inevitable moment when heâd push you too far, or when youâd get tired of him, like everyone else had. But you werenât like the others. You were still here, still looking at him with those warm, understanding eyes, still offering him more kindness than he thought he deserved.
And for once, Logan didnât feel the need to run.
He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours as the space between you disappeared. It wasnât rushed, wasnât some grand gesture like the ones in those stupid rom-coms. It was quiet, simple. But it was real.
âIâm askinâ you now,â Logan murmured, his voice low, his lips brushing against yours. âWill you go out with me?â
Your smile widened, and you leaned in to close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a soft, slow kiss that said more than words ever could.
When you finally pulled back, your eyes sparkled with that familiar light that Logan had grown to love.
âTook you long enough,â you teased, your voice soft but filled with warmth.
Logan chuckled, his hand gently cupping your cheek. âYeah. Guess Iâm a slow learner.â
But for the first time in a long time, Logan wasnât afraid of what came next. He wasnât afraid of letting you in, of letting himself feel something more than just the weight of his past.
Because with you, it didnât feel like he was carrying that burden alone anymore.
***
Logan hadnât been on a date in⌠well, longer than he cared to admit. Most of his relationships in the past had been more of the âletâs get this over withâ variety, not the kind of thing you planned or made special. But thisâyouâwas different. He wanted to do this right. Wanted to show you that he was serious, that you mattered.
The problem was, he didnât have a damn clue what âdoing it rightâ even meant. What did people do on dates nowadays? Was it still flowers and a fancy dinner, or was that too old-fashioned? The last time Logan had actively thought about dating, people were still sending telegrams. He needed help, but the only person who came to mind made him groan internally.
Wade.
Of course, it had to be Wade.
Logan knew what he was getting himself into when he dialed the number, but that didnât stop the immediate regret that washed over him when Wade answered on the first ring.
âWolverine! You calling to finally admit that Iâm the most charming, delightful human being in your life? Or is this about the wedding? Because, listen, I already have the tux, and itâs a Deadpool tux. Itâs perfect. Youâre gonna love it.â
Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose, already tired. âWade, I need advice.â
There was a beat of silence, and then, predictably, Wade launched into a full-on monologue.
âOh my God. Everyone stop! Logan needs advice! This is monumental! This is character development at its finest, folks. Truly groundbreaking stuff. So what is it? Planning a trip to the library? Want me to help you pick out your next flannel shirt? Orâwait, wait. Itâs about her, isnât it?â
Loganâs jaw clenched, but he didnât deny it. âYeah. I need to plan a date.â
âA DATE?!â Wadeâs voice went up several octaves, and Logan immediately regretted every decision that had led him to this moment. âOh, this is amazing! I knew it! I knew it! You and her, finally making it happen! See, I told youâgrumpy loners can find love too!â
âWade,â Logan growled, already losing his patience.
âRight, right. Focus,â Wade said, his tone shifting into something resembling helpfulness. âSo, youâre planning a date. And youâre completely clueless, right? No worries, big guy. Your olâ pal Wade is here to help you out. Hereâs what you do: skip the over-the-top romantic crap. Donât try to be something youâre not. She likes you for you, not for some shiny version of Logan who shows up with roses and a speech. Just⌠do something the two of you will actually enjoy. Something that wonât make either of you uncomfortable.â
Logan frowned, considering Wadeâs words. As much as he hated to admit it, Wade had a point. A candlelit dinner at some fancy restaurant wasnât him, and it sure as hell wasnât you. Youâd see right through it, and the last thing Logan wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable.
âJust be yourself, man,â Wade continued, as if he hadnât already dropped enough wisdom for one phone call. âDo something thatâll make you both relax. Oh! And if things go well, donât forgetâconsent is sexy. Itâs the Wade Wilson guarantee.â
Logan grimaced. âThanks, Wade.â
âAnytime! And rememberâif you need a hype man, Iâm your guy. Iâll show up in my tux with a bouquet of tacos andââ
Logan hung up before Wade could finish.
Wadeâs words echoed in Loganâs mind as he sat at the kitchen table, staring at his phone. What could he do that would make this date feel like them? Something simple, something that would make you both comfortable.
Then it hit him.
That lake you had mentioned a while backâthe one youâd talked about like it was the most peaceful place in the world. Youâd told him about it on one of your long walks, how you used to go there to clear your head, to escape the noise of the world. A place where the stars felt closer, and everything else just⌠disappeared.
Logan could work with that. He wasnât about to cook for you (that would probably end in disaster), but he could pick up some food, pack a cooler, and take you to that lake. It wasnât fancy, but it felt right. And thatâs what mattered.
The plan was simple: grab some food, drive out to the lake, and spend the evening under the stars. Just the two of you. He didnât need grand gestures. He just needed you.
***
The sun was just starting to set when Logan pulled up to your place, his truck parked in front of your door. You stepped out, your hair tied back, wearing a beautiful dress that suited you perfectly. And damn, if Logan didnât think you looked beautiful. No frills, no makeupâjust you.
âHey,â you said, a smile tugging at your lips as you approached the truck.
âHey,â Logan grunted, returning your smile with a small one of his own.
He opened the door for you, and you climbed into the passenger seat, your eyes flicking to the cooler in the back. âWhatâs all that?â you asked, curiosity in your voice.
Logan shrugged, sliding into the driverâs seat. âFigured weâd grab some food and head out to that lake you told me about. Thought we could, yâknow, just hang out.â
Your smile widened, the kind of smile that made Loganâs chest tighten in a way that felt both comforting and terrifying. âThat sounds perfect.â
The drive to the lake was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. Logan wasnât much for small talk, and you seemed content just to sit back and enjoy the ride. The trees blurred past as they drove further away from town, the sun dipping lower and casting a golden glow over the road.
When they finally arrived at the lake, the sky had turned a deep shade of purple, the stars just starting to peek through the twilight. The water was calm, the surface reflecting the fading light in a way that made the whole scene feel almost surreal.
Logan parked the truck, grabbed the cooler, and the two of you made your way down to the shoreline, settling on a blanket heâd brought. He cracked open a couple of beers, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment, watching as the stars began to fill the sky.
âThis is perfect,â you said softly, your eyes fixed on the sky above. âThank you for this.â
Logan glanced at you, his chest tightening again. âI figured you needed a break,â he muttered. âWe both do.â
You looked over at him, your smile soft. âYeah. We do.â
***
The conversation flowed easily after that. The two of you talked about everything and nothing, the way you always did. You teased him about his gruffness, and he shot back with a sarcastic remark about your bad taste in movies. There was a lightness between you now, the tension from the past few weeks all but gone.
At some point, you pulled out one of the sandwiches Logan had bought, laughing at how heâd bought way more food than either of you could possibly eat.
âLogan,â you said between bites, âyou realize this could feed a small army, right?â
He grunted, shrugging. âDidnât want you to go hungry.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âAlways so practical.â
As the night wore on, the stars grew brighter, and the conversation turned quieter, more intimate. You leaned back on the blanket, your head tilted toward the sky, while Logan leaned back on his elbows, watching you more than the stars.
âI love it out here,â you murmured, your voice soft. âIt feels like everything just⌠stops. You know?â
Logan nodded. He knew exactly what you meant.
The quiet stretched between you, the air thick with something unspoken. Logan could feel the weight of it pressing down on him, that familiar feeling in his chest growing stronger. He wanted to kiss youâneeded toâbut he wasnât sure how to make that first move.
But then, you turned to him, your eyes meeting his, and there was a flicker of something thereâsomething that told him he didnât need to worry.
You shifted, leaning in closer, and Logan felt his heart start to race. Your lips were inches from his, your breath warm against his skin as you smiled softly.
âLogan,â you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the night. âWhen are you going to kiss me?â
Loganâs breath hitched in his throat. He didnât say anythingâhe didnât need to. Instead, he leaned in, closing the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, slow kiss that made everything else disappear. The stars, the lake, the pastânone of it mattered anymore.
The kiss deepened, your hand sliding up to rest against his cheek, and Logan responded in kind, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer as the world around you faded into the background. It was soft at first, hesitant, but the more you kissed, the more the fire between you grew.
Logan could feel the heat rising between you, the tension that had been simmering for weeks finally boiling over. Your body pressed against his, your hands tangling in his hair as the kiss became more insistent, more urgent. And Logan didnât pull away. He didnât run.
When you finally pulled back, your lips swollen from the kiss, you looked at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and something deeper.
âI usually wait until the third date,â you said, a teasing smile tugging at your lips, âbut Iâve waited long enough.â
Loganâs breath caught in his throat as he stared at you, his mind racing. âYou sure?â
You nodded, your smile softening. âIâm sure.â
Logan didnât hesitate after that. He kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate, his hands roaming over your body with a tenderness that surprised even him. And when the moment felt right, he stood, pulling you gently to your feet, his hand resting on the small of your back as he led you back to the truck.
The drive back to your place was quiet, but the tension between you was electric, the air thick with anticipation.
When Logan pulled up in front of your house, the night was still quiet, the stars twinkling overhead like a promise. He helped you out of the truck, his hand lingering on your waist as you walked to the front door.
You turned to him, your eyes searching his, and Logan could see the flicker of doubt, of nervousness, but it was quickly replaced by something elseâsomething deeper.
âYou coming in?â you asked, your voice soft but steady.
Logan didnât answer with words. He just nodded, following you inside, knowing that whatever happened next, this was exactly where he was supposed to be.
And for the first time in a long time, Logan wasnât afraid of what came next.
***
You and Logan moved swiftly through the shadows, hands unable to resist the pull of each otherâs bodies. The moment you stepped into your room, everything else faded away. Your lips collided in a fiery kiss, the kind that left no room for hesitation. Loganâs calloused fingers cradled your face, his rough thumbs grazing the softness of your flushed cheeks, sparking a shiver that ran through you. You let out a breathy moan, silently urging him to explore further, to claim you in the way only he could.
Logan's touch was both urgent and reverent as he led you towards the bed, his lips tracing a heated path down the curve of your neck. Each kiss sent electric sparks racing down your spine, igniting your skin with anticipation. He gently guided you down onto the cool sheets, his broad frame hovering above you, an intoxicating mix of power and restraint. The weight of him, the solid, muscular planes of his chest pressing against your sensitive breasts, made you arch up instinctively, offering yourself to himâa silent, burning invitation that left him breathless.
His handsâthose strong, capable handsâmoved across your body with deliberate intent. He memorized every inch, tracing the dip of your waist, the soft curve of your hips, and the smooth expanse of your thighs. His fingers found the hem of the dress, tugging it upwards with a tantalizing slowness that made your breath catch in your throat. As he peeled away the fabric, revealing your lace-clad thighs, the world narrowed to just them. Your heart pounded as your desire mirrored the hunger in his gaze.
As Logan hovered over you once again, the air between you two seemed to thicken with anticipation. Your nerves fluttered, heart pounding in your chest, but now it was mixed with an undeniable heat, a pull you couldnât resist. His eyes locked onto yours, his gaze dark and intense, and for a moment, it felt like the world had fallen awayâleaving just you two in the stillness of the night.
He leaned down, brushing his lips once again against your neck, kissing it softly at first, but soon his mouth became more insistent, his tongue flicking against your skin as his hands roamed your body. Logan's touch was both gentle and commanding, tracing the lines of your curves with deliberate intent. His fingers grazed your hips, sliding up the smooth expanse of your stomach, sending shivers racing through you. You gasped softly, your body arching into his touch, as your mind warred between nervousness and a craving you couldnât deny.
âYouâre so damn beautiful,â he growled softly, his breath hot against your skin as his lips continued their descent.
With slow, deliberate motions, Logan pulled your dress up, exposing you inch by inch until it was discarded somewhere on the floor. He took a moment to admire you completely, his gaze lingering on your bare skin, drinking in every curve and freckle. You felt exposed under his intense gaze, but Logan had a way of making you feel not just desired but worshiped.
The moment your lips met, everything else seemed to fade away, the world narrowing down to just the heat between you. Loganâs mouth was firm and insistent, but his kiss was careful at first, testing, coaxing you into the moment. His hand slid to the back of your neck, his rough fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. The sensation of his lips moving against your made your head spin, the warmth of his breath mixing with yours in a rhythm that quickly turned hungry.
Your heart raced as you pressed yourself against him, feeling the hard lines of his chest beneath your hands. The sharp contrast between his rugged strength and the softness of his touch sent a thrill through you, and any nervousness you had melted away under the heat of his attention. You opened your mouth to him, letting him in, and his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring you with deliberate slowness that made your body shiver.
Loganâs kisses were deep, demanding, but there was a tenderness behind themâa quiet intensity that made you feel like you was the only thing that mattered to him in that moment. His hands roamed your body, his fingers tracing the line of your waist, skimming over your hips and dipping to the small of your back, pulling you closer with every touch. It was as if he couldnât get enough of you, like he was savoring every inch of your skin.
Your body responded instinctively to his touch, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. With a soft, breathless moan, you tugged at the buttons, wanting to feel him fully, skin against skin. Logan obliged, pulling away just long enough to shrug off his shirt, revealing the broad, scarred planes of his chest. Your breath caught at the sight of him, the sharp lines of muscle, the dark smattering of hair across his chest, and the scars that marked his skinâeach one telling a story of battles fought and survived.
Your fingers traced the scars lightly, almost reverently, and Logan let out a low growl of appreciation, his eyes darkening as he watched you. His hands moved to your waist, his knuckles grazing the soft skin of your thighs. The feel of his hands on your bare skin made your heart race, your breath quickening as the heat between you two flared even hotter.
Logan paused, his gaze once again sweeping over your body with an intensity that made you blush. His eyes lingered on your breasts this time, barely covered by the thin lace of your bra, and then trailed down to your hips, his hand brushing lightly over your thigh. âYouâre so fucking beautiful,â he repeated, his voice rough with need. His fingers slipped beneath the strap of your bra, pulling it down just enough to expose one breast to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, his lips brushing over the soft swell of your skin before his mouth closed over your nipple, his tongue flicking against the hardened peak.
You gasped, your back arching as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through you. Loganâs hand slid behind you, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside, leaving you fully exposed to him. His mouth moved to your other breast, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around your nipple while his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he was trying to memorize you by touch alone.
Your breath came in shallow pants as his mouth continued its assault, alternating between soft kisses and sharp nips that sent sparks of pleasure through you. You felt his hands slide lower, tracing the line of your panties before tugging them down your legs. The cool air hit your bare skin, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of Loganâs touch as he spread your thighs apart, his fingers teasing your folds, exploring the wetness with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your whole body tremble.
âLogan,â you moaned, your hips rising to meet his hand, your body desperate for more of him. But he was in no hurry, his fingers moving in lazy circles, dipping into you just enough to make you gasp, but never fully giving what you craved.
He grinned against your skin, clearly enjoying the way you were falling apart under his touch. âPatience, baby,â he murmured, his voice low and rough. âI want to take my time with you.â
But Loganâs control was slipping, and you could feel it in the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers tightened on your hips as he fought to keep his composure. His kisses grew more heated, more frantic, as he worked his way back up your body, his mouth finding yours again in a kiss that was hot and desperate, full of need.
You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh, straining against his boxers, and the thought of himâof all of himâmade your head spin. Your hand moved down, fingers brushing over the bulge in his boxers, and Logan groaned into your mouth, his hips bucking slightly at the contact.
âFuck, babyâŚâ he rasped, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged pants as you rubbed him through the fabric, feeling the heat of him, the way his cock twitched in response to you touch. âYouâre driving me fucking crazy.â
With a growl, Logan pulled back just long enough to shed the rest of his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours as he stood above you, fully exposed. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, his cock hard and thick, jutting towards you with a dark flush at the tip.Â
And he was back on you. Loganâs kisses trailed lower, his lips moving from your neck to your collarbone, then down to the swell of your breasts. Each touch sent a new wave of heat through you, your body already humming with anticipation. He lingered there for a moment, his mouth closing over one hardened nipple, his tongue flicking across it as you gasped and arched into him. But it was clear from the way his hands gripped your hips, how his kisses continued to drift lower, that he had something else in mind.
Your breath caught in your throat as Logan shifted, his hands sliding down your sides, his lips now kissing a line along your stomach. The tension in the air thickened, and your heart pounded with both anticipation and nervous excitement. His hands reached your thighs, spreading them gently, and a flush of heat spread across your skin as you lay bare before him. You felt exposedâvulnerable in the most intimate wayâbut Loganâs gaze, dark and hungry, made you feel worshiped rather than nervous.
âYouâre just perfect,â he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire, his breath warm against your inner thigh. The words melted your last bit of hesitation, and your body relaxed under his touch, opening up to him.
Loganâs mouth hovered just over your center, his breath teasing your already slick folds, but he didnât dive in right away. Instead, his lips brushed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sending shivers up your spine, as he kissed his way closer. He was slow, deliberate, savoring every moment, every touch, as if he wanted to make sure you felt everything.
Then, without warning, his tongue flicked out, parting your folds and brushing against your clit with a gentle, teasing stroke. You gasped, your hips jolting up at the sudden jolt of pleasure, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Loganâs hands slid beneath you, holding you hips in place, his grip firm yet gentle, and he let out a low, appreciative growl.
âYou taste so fucking good,â he rasped, his voice thick with lust, and the sound of it made your body pulse with need.
He dove back in, his tongue flicking over your clit again, this time with more pressure, more intent. The sensation was electric, pleasure shooting through you with every stroke. Loganâs mouth worked you over slowly at first, his tongue swirling around your clit, teasing with light, maddening flicks that had your hips lifting toward him, silently begging for more. He knew exactly how to make you squirm, how to drive you wild with the simplest of touches.
You moaned softly, your head falling back against the pillow as your body arched, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The pleasure was building, a slow, steady burn deep in your core, and Logan seemed determined to make it last. His tongue slid lower, dipping between your folds, tasting you, before returning to your clit, sucking gently. Every move he made was deliberate, calculated to push you closer to the edge without ever letting you tip over.
âLoganâŚ,â you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. Your hips bucked again, seeking more, and Logan let out another low groan as he tightened his grip on your thighs, holding them still.
âPatience, babygirl,â he murmured against your skin, his voice a mix of command and amusement. But there was a hunger in his tone too, a barely restrained urgency that matched the fire burning inside you.
His tongue pressed harder now, flicking and circling your clit in a rhythm that had you gasping and trembling beneath him. Every stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your body responding to him in ways you couldnât control. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you held him close, unable to stop the desperate little sounds spilling from your lips.
âPlease, LoganâŚâ you gasped, voice barely more than a breath. You were so close now, the tension inside you coiling tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue, every teasing suck. You could feel the edge coming, but you needed moreâneeded him to push you over.
Loganâs response was a deep, throaty growl that sent vibrations straight through your core. His tongue moved faster, his mouth working you with an intensity that had your whole body trembling. His lips closed over your clit, sucking hard now, while his fingers slipped down to your entrance, sliding inside you with ease, filling you with a deep, deliberate rhythm that matched the movements of his tongue.
âOh God⌠LoganâŚ!â you cried, your voice breaking as your body arched off the bed. The pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over in powerful, uncontrollable waves. Your orgasm tore through, your muscles clenching as your entire body trembled, your pussy pulsing around his fingers as he continued to work you through it.
Logan didnât stop, didnât let up, his mouth still sucking gently at your clit, his fingers still buried deep inside you, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from your trembling body. He groaned against you, clearly enjoying the way you came undone beneath him, the way your body responded to his touch.
Your vision blurred, your breath coming out in sharp, uneven gasps as the pleasure finally began to ebb, leaving you limp and trembling beneath him. Your hands slipped from his hair, falling to the bed as your body went slack, utterly spent.
Logan kissed his way back up your body, his lips trailing along your stomach, breasts, before finally reaching your mouth again. His kiss was soft this time, gentle, as if to soothe the lingering aftershocks of your release. You melted into him, your hands finding his shoulders, holding him close as you tried to catch your breath.
âYou okay, baby?â he murmured against your lips, his hand brushing the hair from your face as he looked down at you, his eyes full of concern despite the heat still simmering between them.
You nodded, a small, blissful smile curving your lips as you gazed up at him. âMore than okay,â you whispered, voice breathless but full of affection. Loganâs touch, his attentionâeverything about himâhad left you feeling cherished, worshiped, and utterly satisfied.
You wanted to do the same for him, but you didnât know how. When Logan sat down, he could feel the nervousness from you.Â
Your heart raced as you sat on the bed, your eyes fixed on Logan, who sat shirtless in front of you, his broad, muscled chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The room felt impossibly warm, and though you had been teasing and playful all night, nerves twisted in your stomach. You wanted to please him, wanted to make him feel as good as he always made you feel, but there was one thing you hadnât done before.
Loganâs eyes were dark with desire, his lips curved into a small, amused smile as he watched you. âWhat is it, Princess?â he asked, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âYou look nervous.â
You bit your lip, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks as you looked up at him, your voice coming out quieter than intended. âI⌠Iâve never⌠done that before.â You hesitated, glancing down at his hard and ready to go cock. âYou know⌠going down on someone.â
Loganâs smile softened, and he crouched down in front of you, taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. âYou donât have to do anything youâre not ready for, babygirl,â he said, his voice gentle but thick with heat. âItâs all up to you.â
You shook your head, determination sparking in your eyes despite the butterflies in your stomach. âI want to⌠I want to make you feel good. I just⌠I want you to show me. Teach me how.â
Loganâs eyes darkened even further at your words, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. âFuck, sweetgirl,â he muttered, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lip. âYou have no idea how much I want that. And Iâll guide you through every second, baby, if thatâs what you want.â
You nodded, heart racing as you leaned into his touch, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Logan stood up.Your eyes widened slightly as you looked up at him. He was bigâthick, hard, and veinedâand the thought of taking him into your mouth sent a thrill of nervous energy through you.
Logan moved closer, standing just in front of you as you sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked your cheek softly, his voice low and patient. âJust go slow, okay? Start by touching me. See what feels good for you.â
You nodded, your hand trembling slightly as you reached up, fingers wrapping around his cock for the first time. He was warm and firm, and the way he twitched in your hand made your heart race even faster. Logan let out a low groan as your fingers began to move along his length, stroking him slowly, your grip light at first, unsure but eager to learn.
âThatâs good, baby,â Logan rasped, his voice thick with desire. âJust like that. Nice and slow.â
Your confidence grew a little with his encouragement, and you tightened the grip slightly, your strokes becoming more deliberate. Loganâs breath hitched, and his hand found the back of your neck, not pushing you but resting there, his fingers gently massaging the base of your skull.
You glanced up at him, eyes searching for guidance. âIs this okay?â
Loganâs dark gaze met yours, a small smirk tugging at his lips. âItâs more than okay,â he murmured, his thumb brushing your lower lip again. âYouâre doing great. Now, if youâre ready⌠use your mouth. Just take your time.â
Your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned forward, lips parting slightly as you pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. Logan groaned, his grip on your neck tightening just a little, and the sound sent a jolt of excitement through you. You could taste the salty bead of pre-cum on your lips as you kissed him again, this time allowing your tongue to flick out and swirl gently around the head.
Logan hissed softly, his head tilting back as his hand flexed against your neck. âFuck, princess⌠that feels good.â
Emboldened by his reaction, you opened your mouth wider, taking the head of his cock between your lips. You sucked lightly, tongue swirling around the tip as you moved your hand along his length, stroking what you couldnât yet fit in your mouth. Loganâs low groan spurred you on, and you took him deeper, lips wrapping around him as your tongue continued to explore.
âJust like that, baby,â Logan rasped, his voice strained as his hips twitched forward, though he held back, letting you set the pace. âUse your hand to stroke the rest, yeah? Keep going slow, and just⌠fuck, that feels so good.â
You did as he said, your hand working in time with your mouth as you moved up and down his length, taking him a little deeper with each bob of your head. Your nervousness started to fade as you focused on his reactionsâthe way his muscles tensed, the way his breath came out in short, ragged gasps, the way he groaned your name when you did something right.
You could feel him pulsing in your mouth, thick and heavy, and the way his cock twitched as your tongue swirled around the underside of the head made your thighs clench. Loganâs fingers tightened in your hair, but he was still careful, still letting you lead.
âGod, sweetheart⌠youâre fucking amazing,â he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. âTry taking me a little deeper now. If itâs too much, just pull back.â
You nodded slightly, your lips still wrapped around him, and took a deep breath as you pushed yourself further down his length, feeling the stretch of him against your tongue. He was big, but you wanted to take as much of him as you could. You relaxed your throat, letting him slip deeper, until you could feel him at the back of your throat.
Logan groaned louder, his hips twitching forward just slightly, but he pulled back immediately, not wanting to overwhelm you. âThatâs it, baby,â he muttered, his voice tight with restraint. âYouâre doing so fucking good.â
You bobbed your head slowly, sucking him in deeper with each movement, your hand stroking the base of his cock while your tongue worked the sensitive underside. The sound of Loganâs pleasure, the low groans and ragged breaths, spurred you on, and you began to pick up the pace, your confidence growing with every reaction you pulled from him.
âFuck, baby⌠Iâm not gonna last long if you keep doing that,â Logan rasped, his voice tight as his fingers tangled more firmly in your hair. âYouâre driving me fucking crazy.â
You hummed around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath as you took him even deeper, your lips stretching around his thick length. You felt a surge of pride at how you were making him fall apart, and the way his hips started to twitch forward with every stroke only encouraged you.
Loganâs breathing turned ragged, his hand tightening in your hair as he fought to keep control. âShit, baby, Iâm close⌠you want me to come in your mouth?â
You paused, your lips still wrapped around him, and looked up at him through your lashes, nodding slightly as best as you could. The look in his eyes darkened even further, and his grip on you tightened as he thrust gently into your mouth, his movements careful but desperate.
âGood girl,â he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. âJust like that⌠fuck, Iâm gonna come.â
His words sent a thrill through you, and you worked him faster, hand stroking his length while your mouth sucked him in deeper, your tongue flicking against him with each bob of your head. Loganâs whole body tensed, his muscles going taut as he groaned your name, and with one final thrust, he came hard, spilling into your mouth.
You felt the hot rush of his release, his cock pulsing against your tongue as he filled her mouth. You swallowed as much as you could, his taste salty and thick, and you kept stroking him gently, milking every last drop from him as he trembled above you.
When it was over, Logan pulled back slowly, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and satisfaction. He reached down, pulling you up to your feet and kissing you deeply, his hand cupping your face as his lips lingered on yours.
âGod, Princess,â he whispered against your mouth, his voice still breathless. âYouâre fucking perfect.â
You smiled, cheeks flushed but your heart full of warmth. You had wanted to make him feel good, and the look in his eyes told you you had done more than that.
***
You didnât know when you had fallen asleep, a warm haze of emotions and aftershocks from the night still lingering in your body. Apparently, that's what a mix of raw passion and orgasms can do to a person. As you started to stretch, a familiar touch stopped you â Logan's hand was resting possessively on your thigh.Â
âYouâre awake finally,â his voice, deep and husky from sleep, sent a delicious shiver down your spine. It was the kind of voice that could melt you with just a word. He pressed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. That sound alone made heat bloom low in your belly, reminding you of just how powerfully he affected you. You were still getting used to the intensity of it all, how he had this effortless way of making you feel like you could combust under his touch. It wasnât just lust, but something deeper. The way his presence made you feel desired, seen.
His morning erection nudged against your ass as his mouth trailed down your shoulder, teasing the sensitive spot at your neck with soft bites. "Last night was incredible," you whispered, feeling the soft ache between your thighs from the passion you'd shared. His mouth found your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe, and a soft gasp escaped your lips.Â
You could feel the smile in his voice as he replied, âYou were amazing.â
You blushed at his praise, remembering how vulnerable you'd felt when you told him last night about your nervousness. He had a way of making you feel safe, even in your most insecure moments. But here he was now, his hands tracing your curves, cupping your breasts with a mix of gentleness and hunger. His thumb grazed over your nipples, making your breath hitch. "You're the one to talk," you murmured, barely able to focus as his hands roamed over you.
He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the way your body responded to him, as if it were made to fit against his. His thigh slid between your legs, pressing just right against your clit, making you gasp and instinctively roll your hips. "Relax, princess," he purred, the nickname sending a fresh wave of heat through you.Â
But as much as your body begged for more, a sudden urgency interrupted the moment. âI need to pee,â you said, almost breathlessly. You hated to stop him, but your body had its demands.Â
Logan let out a playful growl of frustration, making you giggle as he rolled onto his back. âThat was mean,â he grumbled. You leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose, unable to hide your smile.Â
"I'll be quick. You go make coffee."Â
His hand gave your ass a playful swat as you slipped out of bed, both of you laughing softly, the easy intimacy of the morning wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Even as you headed for the bathroom, you felt his eyes on you, and you knew it wouldnât be long before his hands were back on your body.
***
And you were right. The coffee was nice, though Logan couldnât help but tease, mentioning it would have tasted even better if youâd made it yourself. You smiled at his playful jab, both of you leaning into the easy conversation about the day ahead. You mentioned wanting to hit the pool on your day off, but Loganâs eyes narrowed playfully, letting you know he preferred the gym instead. You nearly made a joke about him being like a cat avoiding water, but you bit your tongue, enjoying the teasing exchange.
As you gathered the coffee mugs, the moment felt light and perfect. "What do you want for breakfast?" you asked over your shoulder. "I could make French toast if you'dâ"
Before you could finish, you felt Loganâs strong hands slide onto your hips, pulling you gently back into him. His touch was warm, sending a shiver down your spine, and you gasped softly as his lips found your neck, trailing slow, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin. His breath was hot, and the deliberate, sensual way he kissed you had your pulse quickening in an instant.
âHow about we take a shower first?â he suggested, his voice husky, each word laced with promise.
You smiled, leaning back into him, your body already reacting to his touch. "Somehow, I donât think a shower is all you're thinking about, Logan," you teased, though your voice was softer now, betraying the way his closeness made your thoughts scatter.
He chuckled low, the sound rumbling through you as he turned you around to face him. His eyes were dark with desire, and before you could say another word, he kissed you, hard and full of need. His lips claimed yours in a way that made you melt against him, and as his tongue slipped into your mouth, teasing and tasting, a soft moan escaped you. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer, pressing your body against his as the kiss deepened.
âWeâll showerâŚâ he whispered, breaking the kiss just enough to press his lips to yours again, a series of quick, heated pecks that left you breathless. âEventually.â
Before you could react, Loganâs arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the floor with ease and tossing you playfully over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise, laughing as he carried you effortlessly toward the bathroom.
âLogan!â you giggled, your voice a mix of surprise and excitement, heart racing as he walked with purpose.
âIâm going to take my time with you, princess,â he said, his voice low, teasing, and filled with all kinds of promises as he stepped into the bathroom. âIâll wash every inch of youâthoroughly.â
The way he said it made heat bloom inside you, and as he set you down, you could feel his gaze trailing over your body, lingering with unspoken desire.
***
The steam in the bathroom thickened, swirling around you both as Logan's hands slid over your waist, guiding you gently back under the warm spray of the shower. Water cascaded down your skin, adding to the heat building between you, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your wet body. The room was filled with a mix of heat and the soft sounds of the water splashing, but it was his gaze that held you captive â intense, filled with hunger and something deeper that made your heart race.
His lips found yours again, softer this time, as though savoring the taste, but the kiss quickly deepened, his hands moving up to cup your face. Your body responded instinctively, leaning into him as the warmth from the water mingled with the growing heat between you. His hands were everywhere â sliding down your back, pulling you closer until your bodies pressed together, the water making every touch more electric, more intimate.
The sensation of his skin against yours, the slick, wet heat between you, sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss intensified, becoming more urgent, more needy. Loganâs hands slipped lower, resting on your hips, and he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you gently against the cool tile of the shower wall. The contrast of the heat from his body and the coolness of the tiles behind you made you gasp softly, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy as he gazed into your eyes. There was something raw in that look, an unspoken desire, as if he was making sure you were fully with him at that moment. You nodded slightly, your hands running through his damp hair, urging him on, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
Loganâs lips trailed down your neck, hot and wet from the shower, and you couldnât hold back the soft moan that escaped as his mouth found your collarbone, biting gently before soothing the skin with soft kisses. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you firmly in place, every touch deliberate, every kiss igniting a deeper sense of longing.
The rhythm between you was slow, teasing, as though he was taking his time exploring every inch of you, memorizing the way your body responded to him. The water poured over you both, heightening every sensation, and you could feel the tension building, the anticipation thick in the air.
âLoganâŚâ you whispered, breathless, your voice barely above the sound of the shower. He responded with another deep kiss, his hands sliding down your back, holding you even closer, making it impossible to tell where his body ended and yours began. Each movement was fluid, natural, as if you were both made for this â for each other.
His lips returned to your neck, trailing fire down your skin, and the combination of the heat from the water and his touch had you lost in the moment. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word between you was a promise, a building of tension that pulled you both deeper into the connection you shared.
He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath ragged. âIâve wanted this for so longâŚâ he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
You smiled softly, feeling the same way, your fingers brushing across his jawline as you leaned in for another kiss, softer this time, full of the unspoken feelings between you. The moment wasnât just about the physical connection â it was something deeper, something that lingered in the way his touch made you feel cherished and wanted.
The shower continued to rain down around you, but in that moment, all you felt was him â the warmth of his body, the tenderness of his hands, and the growing intensity of your shared desire.
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he murmured against your ear, his voice low and thick with lust. His fingers trailed down your stomach, his touch teasing, deliberate, as he spread your legs with one of his own, positioning you just how he wanted. His rough hand slipped between your thighs, fingers sliding through your slick folds, and the instant he found your clit, your whole body jolted at the sharp, sudden pleasure.
A soft moan escaped your lips as Loganâs fingers started to work you, circling your clit with slow, firm strokes that had your hips rocking against his hand instinctively. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating off his body, but it was nothing compared to the growing fire in your core as Loganâs touch sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you.
His other hand gripped your waist, holding you steady as his fingers moved faster, pressing harder against your clit in a way that made your legs tremble. His lips were back at your neck, kissing you, his teeth grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
âIâve barely touched you, and youâre already so fucking wet for me,â Logan growled, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction as he teased you, his fingers slipping lower, finding your entrance and pushing inside you. His fingers curled deep, hitting that perfect spot that made your breath hitch, and your body tensed, the pressure inside you building rapidly.
âLoganâŚâ you gasped, your hands bracing against the tile as you leaned into him, your hips grinding against his hand, desperate for more of the pleasure he was giving you. His touch was skilled, practiced, every movement pushing you closer to the edge, but he kept control, taking his time, making you feel every single stroke.
âYouâre gonna come for me, baby,â he whispered, his voice hot against your ear, his fingers working faster now, his thumb brushing over your clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. âI want to feel you come all over my hand.â
Your breath came out in ragged pants, your body trembling as the tension inside you coiled tighter and tighter, ready to snap. Loganâs fingers pressed harder, his pace relentless, and you could feel the orgasm building fast, the pleasure overwhelming as he drove you closer to the brink.
âCome for me,â Logan growled, his voice rough and commanding as his thumb circled your clit one last time, his fingers curling deep inside you. âNow.â
That was all it took. Your body tensed as the orgasm ripped through you, sharp and intense, your pussy clenching tight around his fingers as the pleasure exploded inside you. You cried out his name, your legs shaking as your body trembled under the force of your release, every wave crashing over you harder than the last.
Logan groaned low in his throat as he felt you come, his hand never stopping, his fingers stroking you through every last tremor of your orgasm. âGood girl,â he muttered, his voice thick with pride as he held you steady, his body pressed tight against yours. âThatâs it, baby⌠just like that.â
When the last waves of your orgasm finally ebbed, you slumped back against him, breathless and trembling. But Logan wasnât done with you yet. His lips brushed against your ear, sending another shiver through you as his fingers slipped from between your legs.
âTurn around,â he commanded softly, and you did, your legs still weak from your release, but your body aching for more of him.
Logan knelt in front of you, the water pouring over his broad, muscled shoulders as he looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes. âI want to taste you,â he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread them apart. âAnd Iâm going to make you come again.â
Your heart raced as he pressed his mouth against your already sensitive core, his tongue flicking over your clit with quick, teasing strokes that made you gasp and grab his shoulders for support. The pleasure hit you instantly, the aftershocks of your first orgasm still rippling through your body as Logan licked and sucked at your clit with a precision that left you trembling.
âLogan⌠oh my GodâŚâ you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his wet hair as you rocked your hips against his mouth, already feeling the heat building inside you all over again. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you in place as he devoured you, his tongue swirling around your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you with every movement.
He groaned against you, the vibration making your legs shake as he worked you over, his tongue relentless, his mouth hot and wet as the pleasure built faster this time, more intense. Your body was still buzzing from the first orgasm, your nerves already raw, and Logan seemed determined to push you even further.
âYou taste so fucking good,â he rasped against your core, his voice low and rough as he dove back in, his tongue flicking over your clit in a rhythm that had you gasping for breath, the edge of another orgasm already within reach. âI want you to come in my mouth, baby. I want to feel you fall apart again.â
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and you could feel the tension coiling tight in your core, your body on the verge of breaking as Loganâs tongue worked you faster, harder. The pleasure was overwhelming, your hips bucking against his face as you chased the release that was already so close.
âLogan⌠pleaseâŚâ you whimpered, your voice trembling as the orgasm built inside you like a storm, the pressure too much, too intense. But Logan wasnât letting up, his mouth relentless, his grip on your thighs bruising as he growled against your clit.
âCome for me,â he commanded, his voice dark and rough as his tongue flicked over your clit one last time, pushing you over the edge.
You shattered. The orgasm tore through you, harder than the first, your whole body trembling as the pleasure ripped you apart. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your legs shaking as you cried out his name, your pussy pulsing with every wave of your release.
Logan groaned into you, his mouth still moving, drawing out every last tremor of your orgasm until you were completely spent, your body weak and trembling from the intensity of it. When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening, he looked up at you with a satisfied grin.
âYouâre fucking perfect,â he growled, standing up slowly, his hands sliding up your body as he pulled you against him.
You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your stomach, his cock thick and pulsing with need. But Logan wasnât in a rush. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, slow kiss, his hands roaming your body as the water poured over both of you.
âIâm going to fuck you now,â he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough with desire. âBut Iâm not going to come until you do again. I want to feel you come around my cock.â
Your heart raced at his words, your body already aching for him, desperate for him to fill you. âPlease, Logan,â you gasped, your nails digging into his back as you rocked your hips against him. âI need you inside me.â
Logan groaned, lifting you effortlessly as he positioned himself at your entrance. The tip of his cock brushed against your slick folds, teasing you for a moment before he thrust inside, filling you completely with one slow, deliberate movement.
The sudden fullness made you gasp, your back arching against the tiles as Logan buried himself deep inside you, stretching you in a way that made your body tremble all over again. He didnât move at first, just held you there, his forehead resting against yours as he groaned low in his throat.
âFuck, you feel so tight,â he growled, his breath hot against your lips as he began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts that made you moan.
He set a slow, deliberate pace, each thrust deep and powerful, his cock dragging against your inner walls in a way that made you feel every inch of him. The pleasure built quickly, your body still sensitive from your previous orgasms, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge again as Loganâs thrusts grew harder, more desperate.
âYou feel so fucking good,â he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drove into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. âIâm not going to last much longer, baby⌠but I want you to come first. I need to feel you come around my cock before I fill you up.â
His words sent a jolt of heat through you, your body responding instantly to the idea of him coming inside you, of him filling you completely. The tension inside you coiled tighter, the pressure building fast as Logan fucked you harder, his breath ragged as he chased his own release.
âLoganâŚâ you gasped, your fingers gripping his shoulders as the pleasure built inside you, your whole body trembling as the edge came rushing toward you. âIâm so closeâŚâ
"Come for me," Logan growled, his voice rough with need as his thrusts became more frantic, his cock driving into you harder and deeper with every stroke. "I want to feel you fall apart around me, baby. Then Iâll fill you up.â
His words sent you spiraling, the intensity of his movements pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust. The way he filled you so completely, the way his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, left you gasping for breath, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him.
âLogan⌠oh God, Iâm gonna come,â you whimpered, your voice shaking as your body tensed, the orgasm building inside you like a tidal wave ready to break.
âThatâs it,â he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as his pace quickened, his control slipping as he drove into you harder, faster. âCome for me, baby. I need to feel it.â
And then it hit you. The orgasm crashed through you like a storm, your body convulsing around him as the pleasure tore through you, your pussy clenching tight around his cock. Your head fell back against the tiles, a broken moan escaping your lips as you cried out his name, your whole body trembling violently with the force of your release.
Logan groaned deeply, his movements faltering for a moment as he felt you come around him, your pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock with every wave of your orgasm. âFuck, thatâs it,â he growled, his voice strained as he fought to hold on, his hips still thrusting into you, prolonging your pleasure.
He didnât stop. Even as your body trembled with aftershocks, Logan kept going, his pace relentless as he chased his own release. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his forehead pressed against yours as he groaned, âIâm gonna come⌠I need to fill you up.â
His words, dark and laced with raw need, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. The thought of him coming inside you, of being filled completely, made your body pulse all over again, your hips instinctively bucking up against him.
âPlease, Logan⌠I want it. I want you to come inside me,â you gasped, your voice thick with desire as you clung to him, your nails scraping down his back.
Logan groaned loudly, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate as he reached the edge. His grip on your hips tightened, his hands nearly bruising as he slammed into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go. With a low, guttural moan, he came hard, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled into you, filling you with his hot release.
âFuck⌠PrincessâŚâ he groaned, his body trembling against yours as he rode out his orgasm, his hips twitching as he pumped every last drop into you.
You could feel the heat of him, thick and warm as it filled you completely, the sensation sending a final shiver of pleasure through your body. Loganâs breathing was ragged, his forehead resting against yours as the last waves of his release washed over him. For a moment, the world was silent, the only sound was the steady rush of water and your uneven breaths as you both held each other, trembling in the aftermath.
Logan kissed you softly, his lips brushing against yours as his hands moved to cradle your face. âYouâre fucking incredible,â he murmured, his voice rough but filled with a deep satisfaction.
You smiled against his lips, your heart still racing as you whispered, âSo are you, Logan.â
His cock softened inside you, but neither of you moved, the warmth of the water and the heat of the moment wrapping around you both like a cocoon. Logan held you close, his forehead pressed to yours as he whispered, âIâm never getting enough of you.â
The water continued to pour down over both of you, your bodies still intertwined, but now the intensity of the moment had softened into something warm and intimate. Logan held you close, his chest pressed against yours, the heat of his breath mingling with the steam swirling around you. He smiled down at you, the look in his eyes softened by the tenderness that followed the passion you had shared.
âI did promise to wash every inch of you, didnât I?â he murmured, his voice low and playful, but there was a gentle sincerity beneath it. His hands glided down your sides, steadying you as he reached for the bar of soap resting on the shelf nearby.
You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of his touch as his soapy hands returned to your body. âI thought you forgot about that,â you teased, but your voice was soft, content.
Logan chuckled softly, his eyes dark but affectionate. âI never forget a promise,â he whispered, his lips brushing yours in a brief, tender kiss before he turned his attention to washing you, as he had promised.
With slow, deliberate movements, Loganâs hands traveled over your skin, spreading the lather of the soap along your shoulders, down your arms, and across your back. His touch was firm but soothing, almost reverent, as though he was savoring the simple act of caring for you. His fingers trailed down to your waist, his touch lingering as he washed your hips, his eyes occasionally flicking up to meet yours with a gentle smile.
His hands continued lower, gliding over your thighs, every movement patient, unhurried. He made sure to wash every inch of you, taking his time as the soap mixed with the water, rinsing away the remnants of the passion you had shared. It wasnât just about getting cleanâit was a moment of connection, of closeness, that lingered between you both.
âYouâre perfect,â Logan whispered, his eyes tracing the lines of your body as he knelt slightly to wash your legs. His voice was soft, almost like he was speaking to himself, but the words sent warmth blooming in your chest.
When he finished, he pulled you close again, his lips brushing your temple as the water poured over both of you. âYour turn,â he murmured, handing you the bar of soap.
With a smile, you took it, running the lather between your hands as you began to return the favor. You started at his broad shoulders, your hands gliding over his firm muscles as the soap spread across his skin. Logan let out a soft sigh of contentment, his eyes closing as he leaned into your touch, his body relaxing beneath your hands.
Your fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the scars that marked his skin, feeling the strength beneath your touch. Logan opened his eyes briefly, catching your gaze, a small smile tugging at his lips as you moved your hands lower, over his abdomen, down his hips. You took your time, washing him just as thoroughly as he had done for you, the intimacy of the moment deepening as you cared for each other.
When you were done, Logan cupped your face in his hands, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. âThank you,â he murmured, his voice rough but full of affection.
You smiled against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back, the warmth of the water and the closeness of his body making you feel safe, cherished.
As the last of the soap washed away, Logan turned off the water, the sound of the shower replaced by the quiet hum of the world outside. He grabbed a towel and gently wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as he dried you off, his hands moving slowly, almost reverently.
Once you were dry, he toweled off himself quickly before pulling you into his arms again, his chest warm against your skin as he kissed the top of your head. âLetâs get out of here before we shrivel up,â he teased lightly, his voice still soft, but there was a playful glint in his eyes.
With a smile, you let him lead you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, where the warmth and comfort of the soft sheets awaited you. Logan pulled you down onto the bed with him, his arms wrapping around you as he drew you close, holding you against his chest.
âYouâre something else, sweetheart,â he murmured softly, his lips brushing your forehead as you snuggled into him, your body relaxing completely in his arms.
You smiled, feeling completely at peace as you whispered, âThis was the best date I have ever been on, Logan.â
âGood,â he whispered back, his hand gently stroking your hair as you both settled into the quiet comfort of the moment. Wrapped in each otherâs arms, the intensity of the night faded into a deep sense of contentment, leaving only the warmth of the connection you shared as you drifted off together, completely at ease in each otherâs presence.
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