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shifting to be cared for by someone i love; shifting to learn & expand my world view; shifting to experience different career paths; shifting to meet people I've always wanted to meet; shifting to experience a world that feels safe; shifting to experience love that is so pure, warm, & unconditional, no matter the forms it takes; shifting to meet aspects & versions of myself i never thought possible; shifting to live and love as i wish; shifting to grow; shifting to learn; shifting to heal; shifting for fun; shifting to rest; shifting because I want to and because I CAN!!!!!

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HIIIIII! I'm sorry for making this kind of intrusive ask, but I would like to know if you have a blog or a small step-by-step guide on how to do channeling. Also, would you be willing to do channeling for others upon request?

I'm just starting to practice channeling with my bf from another DR, and I would love to know if there are any tips, blogs, advice, or resources for beginners in channeling. 🤍

I'm going to be truthfully honest with you, I probably am not the one to ask for advice on channeling. I went about it the completely wrong way and wound up endangering myself, there were some situations. So I'll try my best to give advice on the basis of "don't do what I did." But I highly recommend doing some outside research as well. Don't just rely on me. (I'll link a pretty decent article to get started)

So keep in mind: channeling is spirit work.

You are interacting with spirits and entities when you do such, and it comes with risks.

Always protect yourself and your space

Set up boundaries and barriers every time you invite an entity into your space

Channeling is energetically draining so make sure to check in with yourself and not over-exert yourself.

You need to open and close your space every time you channel

Ways you can channel-

Automatic Writing

Tarot and Oracle Cards

Scrying

Ouija Board

Shufflemancy (Personal Fav)

Pendulum

I'm not going to recommend the method I typically use to beginners at this time as it can be a bit more dangerous and when not properly ready it can bite you in the butt (like it did me).

I do currently have an etsy shop where I sell crystals and do the occasional readings (I am currently trying to put some money towards getting out of a rough situation). Century'sRabbitHole. Mine are particularly shufflemancy and tarot but if you are looking for other options as well check out @lakestranger and @herzundseele ! They also have great stuff!

As for a great article to set you down the road of channeling, check out this one! But remember to read with a bit of scrutiny and fact check what you can!

Thank you for the ask lovely!

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ : ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴡɪᴄᴋ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝. 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙. 𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 (𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕝) 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕐ℂ ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝.

ℍ𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕗𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 (𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥). 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝’𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 “𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟”. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕. 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥, 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗/𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 (𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖), 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕/𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 (𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕪) ((𝕡𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕟’𝕤 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥/𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡/𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣)).

𝕌𝕟𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖.. 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙… 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 (𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖) 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖.

𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝.. 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥. ℂ𝕚𝕒𝕠

𝔐𝔵. 𝔅.

😭☀️

in general, to be honest, Vash is my only one and most comfort character that I have ever had. He just seems like such a comfortable and kind character and person to me! If I have other favorite characters, then there are some uncomfortable moments with them... For example, I even just start imagining that if these characters existed, then I would not be able to make friends with them, or at least get along, and in general, they wouldn't even like me, lol. But Vash! Vash seems to be really such a kind, sweet, tolerant and understanding person that for some reason I am sure that being his friend or just getting along with him is easier. And I also just can't put into words how comfortable I feel in general because of this character. Does he really seem so cute, and... easy? He really seems like someone who can accept you for who you are and really brings a lot of comfort. Even just looking at him is a joy and comfort. Moreover, I generally didn’t know for a long time if I even had a comfort character, and I thought about it for a long time, and I couldn’t name someone comfort character... But on reflection, I realized that Vash is my comfort character, and he is really wonderful. He is a very comfortable character for me. Love him.

(although of all Vash, I like Vash from the manga most)

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Just A Little Bit Jealous - Logan Howlett X GN Reader

Title: Just A Little Bit Jealous

Logan Howlett X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Charles (Mentioned), Hank, Co-workers, Scott (Mentioned), Random bar people, and Rogue (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 4,927

Warnings: Jealousy, slight violence, slight suggestiveness, nicknames, teasing, banter, flirting, bars, alcohol (beer) mentioned, unwanted flirting and physical touch (nothing major), Reader has Telekinesis (and other unspecified mutations), minimal cursing, men being jerks, blood briefly mentioned, angst, and fluff

Logan wasn't the best with emotions. Or at expressing them really. However, in certain situations, the emotions that did seem to shine through were not the most positive ones. Especially as Logan found himself standing at the entrance of the X-Mansion kitchen; raging, for a lack of better words.

His vision was green. A dark haze settled over his eyes. It was a look that only Logan could achieve. The anger in his gut was beginning to bowl over. He needed to calm down, but how? 

Seeing you, looking the way you did, absolutely gorgeous in that outfit - the one that made you feel confident - it wasn’t even anything fancy, just your usual attire; something more laidback for the weekend. The way that you seemed to be oblivious to the way that Hank was looking at you. Logan understood. You looked stunning, as always. 

Even though Logan knew that he shouldn't be feeling such... Well, jealousy. Hank was a long-time friend of both of yours, and you and Logan had been together for well over a year at this point. But, he couldn't help it. It was like an itch under his skin that he couldn’t reach to scratch. Logan felt protective. As he usually felt for those he truly cared about. And even though he knew that he didn't need to worry, again, he couldn't help it. Logan knew Hank, and he knew him long enough to know that he was a good guy. Hank wouldn't try and steal you from him, not that you were something to steal. Logan didn't own you, if you so wished, you could leave him. You could do whatever you wanted. You could leave and forget all about him.

Though, that just might've been Logan's insecurities talking. 

At some point, while Logan was stuck in his head, his eyes still glaring holes into the side of Hank's head. Logan was not paying much attention to your conversation, but whatever it was about, Hank made you laugh. Another wave of jealousy rippled out of Logan. But, thankfully for Logan - and Hank - the conversation between you and Hank ended.

"Have a good night, Y/N," Hank spoke, grabbing his coke can from the kitchen counter.

"Goodnight, Hank." You replied, noticing Logan at the kitchen entrance, leaning against the wall; his arms crossed. 

Hank turned and paused, also noticing Logan, giving the man a grin. "Good evening, Logan."

"Evening," Logan grumbled, eyeing the man as Hank awkwardly passed him and left the room; escaping down the hall. 

You huffed, turning to lean against the kitchen counter, pressing the palms of your hands against the edge of it. You stared at Logan, inspecting his body language, trying to get a feel for how he was feeling, and Logan stared right back at you. You mimicked him, moving your arms to cross them over your chest, and at his eyebrow raise, you raised yours. His frown slowly slipped into a small grin at your actions, making your lips tug upwards in response. You moved towards him. "Hey..." Your voice was soft, yet full of curiosity. You looked up at him, taking him in fully once again.

Logan leaned forward slightly, his crossed arms dropping, and his hands coming to rest on your waist, "Hey..." He mimicked your greeting, making you huff again.

Raising your hands, you placed them on his own waist, your pointer fingers looping into his blue Jeans belt loops. "What's up with you?" You asked, tilting your head back a bit to look up at him. "Something on your mind?" You pressed on, pulling yourself closer to him.

"Hmm..." Logan hummed softly, gazing down at you for a moment - just admiring you, your eyes shining as bright as ever, looking up at him with such love and admiration - before lowering his face to meet yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. The kiss was slow but passionate. It sent shivers down your spine. One of your hands left his waist, cupping the back of his neck, the tips of your fingers running through the soft, brown hair at the nape of his neck. Your head was in the clouds, lost in Logan’s lips against yours. Logan felt all the anger and jealousy just wash away, leaving nothing but the love he felt for you burning inside of him. With each kiss and every touch, he felt a little bit lighter. 

You slowly pulled away from the intoxicating kiss, your eyes feeling heavy and your heart full, you couldn't stop your smile from growing as your whole body felt warm. You bit your bottom lip as you watched Logan chase your lips, before gently pressing his forehead against yours. 

You sighed, shutting your eyes once more, "I hope you didn't think that kissing me would get you out of answering." You lightly teased, feeling Logan's warm breath waft against your face as he let out a sigh of his own.

Logan's hands tightened around your waist, the warmth from his hands seeping through your shirt and onto your flesh. “Nothin' much on my mind, bub," Logan spoke, letting out one more sigh before letting his shoulders fall slightly, "Jus' a bit tired."

You hummed, nudging your nose gently against his before pulling your forehead from his, glancing at the kitchen clock on the wall. "It is almost seven." You turned to look back up at him, seeing that he was already looking right back down at you. "Kind of early to be tired, eh, old man?" You continued to tease, though Logan gave you a look and a small chuckle, you know that something else was swimming in that head of his; and you decided to let him just tell you whatever it was when he was ready.

Logan's grin turned into a smirk, blinking down at you tiredly, his hands on your waist tugging you back into him; your hands coming up to rest against his chest. "I put the 'grand' in 'grandpa'." He spoke. 

At that, you let out a snort, and the two of you started laughing quietly. It took a few moments before you quieted down, your hand coming up to your mouth as you looked at Logan; your eyes squinted slightly, trying to contain your giggles. "Either, you've been spending way too much time with Charles, or you really are tired." You giggled out, your laughter slowly subsiding.

Logan's chest heaved lightly as he chuckled once more, "Maybe both." 

As the both of you started to head up to your shared bedroom, Logan almost forgot what he was all upset over. Almost. 

~~~

Logan had once again found himself watching from afar as some guy - a co-worker - talked to you. You somehow convinced Logan to be your plus one for a work party that your job was hosting. Logan didn't want to go, but with your little pout - and Puss In Boots eyes - he caved, knowing that he wouldn’t win against you. You even convinced him to dress somewhat rather nicely, in black slacks, his boots, and his red flannel rolled up past his elbows. Yes, he looked nice, but he really wanted to wear his Jeans.

Logan disliked parties. Parties were different from bars though, you didn't have to interact with others. And with most parties, there was an expectation to mingle with others. Logan, however, did not want to mingle with others. He was a loner after all. 

He stood next to the table of snacks and refreshments, holding a small red solo cup of fruit punch for you; sadly for Logan, the party didn't have any alcohol. He could've really gone for a beer or two, but no. No, instead he had to stick to his own cup of fruit punch that he held in his other hand. 

But he watched, watched as you spoke to that co-worker of yours. Again, similar to Hank, the man said something to make you laugh - though, Logan knew you incredibly well enough to know that it was not a genuine laugh; the man even had the gall to reach out with his free hand to hold your upper arm for a moment. And Logan did what he could to push the jealousy that he was feeling down. Walking over, he skillfully maneuvered around some other people, making his way over to you. 

You nodded your head, letting out another fake laugh before you noticed Logan walking towards you in the corner of your eye. Turning your head, a real smile graced your features as you waved him over. "Logan! This is Henri."

"With an 'I'," Henri raised his cup in the air slightly with the inflection, giving Logan a grin, and offering his free hand out to the Wolverine. "Henri French."

Logan stared at him, with a hardened look, handing you your cup of punch without even looking at you. Taking Henri's offered hand, he shook it firmly - possibly enough to warn the guy to keep his fingers off of you. "Logan." He spoke simply, his voice gruff and low; letting go of Henri's hand, stuffing it into his slack's pocket. He turned his gaze back towards you, seeing your eyebrows knit together, and the confusion written across your face, your eyes searching his, though you quickly turned to look back at Henri with a smile; your hand curling around Logan's upper arm, the tips of your fingers brushing under the rolled sleeve of his flannel. At the touch of your chilled skin on his, Logan felt himself breathing out a deep sigh from his nose, you always knew how to calm him.

At Logan's nothing-but-short introduction, Henri let out a small laugh, "I know, Y/N said that was your name." He joked. "They seem to never shut up about you." Though Logan felt a sense of pride wash over him - making the corner of his lips twitch at the thought of you rambling about him to your co-workers - he also felt slightly off when Henri said that, the tone unnerved him. 

You huffed, rolling your eyes before you turned to look up at Logan with a sweet smile. "Lo, honey, could you hold my drink for me, please? I spotted Anna. I'll be back in a jiffy." And with that, your punch cup was back in his hand, and he was left alone to deal with Henri all by himself. 

Logan watched as you left, seeing you weave around a few people, waving to another co-worker of yours; an older woman with black hair and large glasses. Turning to look back at Henri, he noticed his gaze on you. And, in fact, Logan didn't like how Henri was looking at you. He was staring at you like he wanted you - the guy was even biting his lip, his eyes trailing up and down your body - Logan didn't like that one bit.

Letting out a small chuckle, Henri turned back to Logan, taking a sip of his punch. "You got a fine piece of ace there." Logan's brows furrowed, he wasn't exactly fond of how this conversation was going. 

"Excuse me?" Logan's voice deepened - a growl almost leaving his throat - as if he was warning Henri, feeling a burning feeling bubbling up inside him, but Henri just raised an eyebrow, brushing his short, blonde curls away from his forehead.

"Can't help a guy for being a bit curious, can you?" Logan pursed his lips, and Henri took the chance to continue, "So, how did you catch them? I've worked with them for three years now, and they never took me up on anything. I mean, come on, give a guy a break. What’s a guy gotta do to get some action around here?" He chuckled, and Logan felt his hands grip the cups of punch a bit tighter, the plastic of the cups crinkling slightly as the pressure. "You've got to tell me how you won them over. Did they play hard to get with you too?"

Logan wanted to lash out, but he knew how important this was for you, and he didn’t want to cause a scene in front of you and all of your co-workers… But, Logan was pretty close to punching this guy’s teeth in. "I don't have to tell ya nothin'," Logan finally growled, making Henri raise his hands in defense as he chuckled lightly. 

"Okay! Relax, buddy! Don't have to be so hostile, man, I'm just curious how good they are in-" Suddenly, Henri paused mid sentence, his own hand holding his cup of punch moving up in a swift motion. In confusion - and bewilderment - Logan watched as Henri moved the cup above his head, his body seemingly moving involuntarily. All the while, Henri's eyes were wide, his mouth agape as he blabbered nonsense in horror and confusion, before the cup flipped upside down, drenching himself in his own punch. The couple of people around both men stopped their conversations, turning to witness Henri as he slowly brought his hand down, his mouth opening and closing; his blonde curls wet and sticking to his forehead. "I- uh," He stammered out, "I- I don't know why I did that." He spoke out, sounding incredibly embarrassed.

Turning his head to look over in your direction, seeing you already looking over at him, a small, mischievous grin and a knowing look in your eyes. He matched your grin, knowing full well that this was your doing. 

~~~

When Logan said that he was going to go out on his bike, he wasn't expecting you to ask to come along. He was just going to a bar that was a couple of miles away, but the more the merrier; and Logan was actually meaning to show you the bar - that surprisingly didn't sell crap beer, at some point. When the world let the both of you, you and Logan would just ride around, sometimes for hours, just enjoying each other's company; the wind blowing through your hair, and the scenic views.

So, you and Logan drove off on his - Scott's - motorcycle, heading off to that bar that he told you all about. You weren’t all for bars, finding them a bit too loud and the lights a bit too dim. But, you had been curious ever since the many times Logan spoke about it when he got back to the Mansion. And even though Logan couldn't get drunk, you convinced him to let you drive the both of you home. Which was always fun for you. So, this was technically a win-win for both of you. Logan got to go to his bar, you got to drive home, and you both got to spend some quality time together.

When you pulled up to the bar, you slipped off of the bike, looking at the bar with your hands on your hips as Logan kicked the kickstand and slid off the bike. Looking around the exterior of the place, you noted how loud it seemed, even from the outside. You were in for a headache in the morning, and it wasn't going to be from the alcohol. 

"Ya good, bub?" Logan asked, his hand pressing the small of your back, his words breaking you out of your thoughts. 

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I am," You nodded your head, glancing up at him, "I will admit, I am slightly nervous."

Logan nodded, turning his head to look at the bar, "I get it, but don't worry. I ain't gonna leave your side." Pulling you into his side, he gave you his signature grin, "Plus, they got the best fries."

"I like fries." You grinned right back up at him, "Lead the way."

"Sure thin', darlin'."

As Logan pushed the door open for you, you were immediately greeted by the smell of beer, sweat, and smoke; and the loud music that you heard outside, blasting overhead.

Logan’s hand was protectively placed on your lower back as he led you to the bar at the far end of the room. As you both walked, you took the time to look around and spied a couple of men playing pool to the right, and a handful of tables filled with all sorts of people to your left; drinking, smoking, and talking. At the far end of the bar, you found several men sitting on the bar's stools, watching the TV in the corner of the room; a football game was on. You were thankful that the bar wasn't full of just men, having spotted a couple of women here and there; with their partners, friends, etcetera. 

Finding a couple of empty stools at the bar, you and Logan took your seats, the bartender sliding over from behind the bar; cleaning a glass with a cloth. He was a burly man, with a well-trimmed beard and mustache - and a bunch of tattoos littering his arms. He gave Logan a nod, glancing at you before speaking.

"What can I get you two?" He asked, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the music. His voice was deeper than what you had thought it was going to be, as he sat the glass and cloth down.

"Beer," Logan answered, and the bartender nodded, then turned to you.

You waved a dismissive hand, letting out an awkward chuckle, "I'll just take some fries. Thanks!" 

"Yeah," Logan spoke up, "Thanks, Charlie." And this Charlie nodded once more, leaving to get Logan's beer and your fries. 

Turning in his seat, Logan leaned his arm against the bar - close enough for you to be able to hear him over everything - giving you a grin, amusement in his eyes, "Well, wha' d'ya think?" 

"What do I think?" You asked, resting your own elbow against the bartop, leaning your cheek against your hand, "It’s not too bad. Honestly, it's a bit loud."

Logan chuckled, "All bars are loud, bub." 

You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes, "Well, it's certainly not the worst."

For the next thirty minutes or so, you and Logan talked, about everything and anything as you ate your fries and Logan drank his second beer. It was very enjoyable, really. You were honestly impressed by the bar, its fries were amazing; crisp outside that was sprinkled with cinnamon and paprika; it was interesting, but you liked it. When Charlie came out of the kitchen with a plate full of stacked fries. The sight of all that food made you salivate slightly, your stomach growling in hunger.

As Logan finished off his tall glass of beer, he gained your attention, "I gotta piss, I'll be righ' back."

You felt a slight rush of nervousness but nodded anyway. With a gentle squeeze of your thigh, Logan slid off of the bar stool and over to the far left corner where you supposed the bathroom was located. Turning back to the bar, you picked up a fry from your plate, twisting it between your fingers before plopping it in your mouth. Chewing, you glanced at the many drinks lining a shelf behind the bar. You were quickly growing bored, and you soon found yourself reading the labels of the alcoholic bottles; well, the ones that you could make out.

"What's someone like you doing in a beat-up place like this?" You heard a voice from beside you, where Logan used to be. Huffing, you mentally rolled your eyes. Ignoring the voice, you continued to stare straight ahead, and continued to eat your fries; maybe the guy would just go away, if you were lucky. "Come on, sweet thing, give me your name?" The guy spoke again, this time, much closer to you.

"Not interested." You answered plainly, becoming irritated. 

"Awe, don't be like that!" The guy exclaimed, taking the stool that Logan had occupied. "I just want to get to know you, sweet cheeks."

You didn't even glance at him as you answered with the same tone, "I got a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend?" The man asked, scoffing, seemingly thinking that your answer was ridiculous. "If I was your boyfriend, I'd never leave you all alone in some bar." He tilted his head slightly, his smirk growing, "I don't think I could keep my eyes off you - much less my hands." 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. How typical. "Look, if you're done being creepy, I’d like you to leave me be - I'd like to eat my fries in peace while I wait for my boyfriend." You were this close to just using part of your mutation to physically make him leave you alone, but you didn’t want to bring much attention to yourself. “And, honestly, I’m doing you a favor. You won’t like whatever happens when he gets back.”

"Hmph," The man hummed, narrowing his eyes playfully - he liked a challenge - "Then why don’t you and I leave now before he gets back?" You then felt pressure on your thigh, making you snap your gaze from in front of you, to your thigh, and finally to the man. "I can show you a good time."

And before you could do anything, you heard his voice, "Hands. Off. Of. Them." And thankfully, at Logan's growl, the man took his hand from off of your thigh; as if you had burned him. 

Letting out a deep breath of relief, you looked up at Logan - who stood tall beside you, his dark eyes almost glowing with anger - his face showing pure fury, and his fists balled at his sides; his claws just threatening to escape his knuckles. 

"I was just fooling around, dude," The guy brought up the courage to speak, reaching out to steal a fry from off of your plate, "Just having some fun." But as he began to pull the fry from your plate, a metal claw suddenly stabbed the fry down, pinning it to the table with a loud ‘thud.’ The man froze, staring at the three claws as they pierced the wooden bartop. He gulped, obvious by his Adam's apple bobbing as he dropped the fry, his fingers only centimeters from the sharp claws. 

You chuckled, narrowing your eyes as you smirked, “I told you.” You taunted as the man slowly looked up at Logan, who continued to glare daggers at him; the man's eyes widened before he quickly stumbled off of the bar stool and ran away. Logan watched him go, slowly retracting his claws back into his knuckles, his blood staining them before they quickly healed. You huffed as Logan continued to watch until the man was out the bar door; your hand coming up to grab his arm. "Lo," You spoke up, gaining his attention, his head turning. You gave him a soft grin, gesturing to the bar stool, "Sit, hon." And he did, taking his seat, you could tell that he was still seething, though, less so than moments before. Taking his hand in yours, you curled his hand back into a fist, shutting your eyes as you pressed a couple of light kisses to his bloody knuckles. Pressing a last kiss to his knuckles, you sighed, opening your eyes; your eyes meeting his brown ones. "Thank you," You whispered quietly. He let out a long sigh, nodding as he looked away, but you reached out with your free hand, cupping his chin, and turning his head to face you. "Want to go home?"

He stared at you, a frown still on his face as he nodded. And so, you and Logan left the bar - leaving a couple of dollars for the drinks and fries - and then some for the slightly damaged bartop. Hopping onto the bike, you held onto the handles, feeling Logan's hands slip around your waist - protectively, his face digging into the side of your neck as you started the bike up. 

Driving down the road, you felt yourself smile as Logan's lips pressed gently against your skin, feeling his beard scratch lightly across your throat as he kissed your skin; instant goosebumps. The chill breeze was welcoming as the bike sped along the slightly bumpy roads, and you were excited to get home and sleep. And you could tell that Logan was tired too; mentally and emotionally. It wasn't until the bike pulled into the X-Mansion garage that you and Logan could finally let out a sigh. 

"Home sweet home," You said, the both of you slipping off of the bike. "I'm exhausted."

Logan only grumbled as the both of you headed into the Mansion. 

You hummed tiredly, looking down at the watch on your wrist, "It's almost seven." You took Logan's hand, interlacing your fingers with his as you walked down the Mansion halls, "Kind of early to be tired, eh, old man?"

You asked the same question from more than a week ago, your smile widened as you saw Logan's tired frown turn into a slight smile, "Yeah, yeah," Logan grumbled, amused, "Let's jus' get ta bed."

You nodded, chuckling, "You don't have to tell me twice."

~~~

Finally, some peace, and quiet; alone with you. With your head on his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around you, Logan finally felt content. Content with just spending a quiet night in with you. No missions, no work parties, no bars - though Logan did have a beer on the coffee table - or waiting for you to get done with teaching. Just the both of you, watching a movie. And it was some fantasy movie that you got the VHS tape for. It was interesting, enough to keep Logan somewhat entertained, but not a lot. He kept finding himself looking at you for most of the movie. 

In fact, he was doing just that. The TV illuminated your face, perfectly highlighting your features. He found himself unable to focus on the movie at hand - he was too focused on you. His eyes followed your every movement - watching every little detail as you shifted. You wore a slight smile on your lips; your hand laying softly on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles onto the material of his jeans. Logan found himself smiling as he watched your actions. His own fingers absentmindedly played with the soft strands of your hair, occasionally scratching your scalp. His chest felt warm - fuzzy. 

But, then Logan noticed something. The expression on your face changed... Changed into one that you only gave him. Logan's eyebrows furrowed, watching as you let out a soft sigh, your eyes glued to the screen. Turning his head, he spotted the reason for your dreamy sigh and love-sick eyes. The man on the screen, dressed in the attire that was appropriate for the type of movie he was in, was dancing gracefully around a crowded ballroom of masked masqueraders. The man was beautiful, Logan had to admit. Beautiful, graceful, and ethereal. 

And you seemed to have thought so too, as you let out another dreamy sigh. 

Turning to look back at you, you glanced up at him, at the screen, and back at him. "What?" You asked, smiling lightly, noticing the odd look on his face.

"You're sighin,'" Logan spoke simply, making you frown slightly and raise an eyebrow.

"I'm sighing?" You asked, blindly grabbing the TV remote and pausing the movie.

Logan tilted his head slightly, raising his own eyebrow as his chocolate eyes stared into yours, "You did the same sigh when you first met me." He recalled, making you huff out a little laugh, incredulously. 

"What are you talking about?" You asked, turning your body slightly towards him.

"Rogue said that ya sighed, just like that, when ya firs' met me." Logan pointed out, teasing lightly - his chest feeling warm in the process. "She said ya were starstruck."

You snorted, "Of course I was starstruck, I mean, look at you! You're gorgeous! You're tall, dark, and handsome!" You explained, pausing for a moment. "And you do have a nice butt." You added, as if it was common knowledge at this point, and it was - you praised his behind often.

Your flattery made Logan grin mischievously, "That's all ya like me fo’? My looks?" He joked, making you lightly slap his thigh in response. 

"Lo, of course not, you know that!" You spoke before becoming a bit serious as you made eye contact - Logan gulped lightly - "When I first met you, aside from your dashingly good looks, Logan, I fell for your character.” You glanced away briefly, the memories filling your mind, “You’re funny, fiercely loyal, passionate, intelligent, and a very strong-willed man." You found yourself rambling, "There's a whole lot more I could say, but it would take hours." You breathed out a small chuckle, running a hand through your hair.

Logan couldn't fight the blush that crept up his cheeks, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as you spoke; his eyes softening. "I could say the same 'bout you." He spoke honestly - fondly - his voice low and husky; almost speechless.

You hummed, leaning up with the hand on his thigh to press a quick peck to his cheek before turning back to the movie with one last tap to his leg. “I know these past months have been crazy. Work parties and loud bars… But, you don't have to worry. My fictional crush doesn't hold a candle to you."

"Fictional crush?" He muttered, glancing at the TV screen as you unpaused your movie.

 A smirk played on your lips as you turned your attention back on the TV, "I can smell the jealousy rolling off of you, hon,"

"Jealousy? I ain't jealous, bub." Logan shook his head, his arm returning to wrap around you. "Just… Surprised is all."

"Suit yourself."

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PSA: you dont /have/ to reread your script before you shift!! your higher self is /not/ gonna "forget" your desires or the world you want to shift to. think of it like cloud storage. it has everything you want downloaded and protected, and it will stay that way forever.

if you just personally enjoy rereading your script, then go ahead, power to you. i love doing that as well, it makes me feel connected to where i wanna go. but just relax in the fact that you /wont/ just forget it. your higher self wont forget any detail of your dr, not even the itty bitty things. it has a perfect, infallible memory. you have to trust it, because its you. you are not your body, you're a soul living inside a body. just because your human brain cant perfectly recite every line of your script verbatim, doesnt mean you're gonna accidentally end up in the backrooms. let go of the stress babes, you've got this <3