#I LOVE HIS VOICE SO MUCH RAAAHHHH

[teacup789]

HOWDY AND HELLO TO ALL ON THIS FINE EVENING (or day or afternoon or whatever time it may be)

LOOK AT MY MEPAD DESIGN LOOK AT HIM IM SO PROUD OF HIM HES WONDEROUS

I USUALLY DO FULL PROSTHETIC ARMS FOR HIM BUT I LIKE THE HOLOGRAM HANDS TOO

But in general if I draw him it’ll probably be with the full prosthetic arms

[sacredsorceress]

RAAAHHHH I LOVE YOUR WOLVERINE ROOMMATE WORKS, okay thats it i wish u a great day for feeding us 🙏

AHHHH thank you so much!! I'm so happy that you're enjoying them!! All of the love on the posts and in my inbox is making my heart so full <3 Enjoy these hcs..

°☆Roommate!Worst!Wolverine HCs☆°

ask box | logan howlett masterlist

Logan is not the type of person to do dishes as soon as he’s done eating, but he will do them, just… later. Once he’s done he’ll leave them in the sink “to soak” or whatever and then go about his day. But do not be mistaken: he hasn’t forgotten about them. If Logan hears you go into the kitchen, turn on the faucet and put soap on the sponge, he’ll call from the other room to “knock it off! don’t touch ‘em.”

Even your own dishes, he’ll whistle at you to get your attention and shake his head, ushering you to go sit down and do something else because “this is his job, and have a little faith in (him), will you?”

He’ll do them at night before he goes to bed so you wake up to a fresh kitchen.

Hate to say it, but seeing the state of him in DP&W, he’s probably messy.

In the beginning of your arrangement, he’d be very conscious of his messes: Logan would clean up his dishes the second he was done, wipe down wet spots the condensation from his beer bottles left behind, grab his laundry from the dryer the moment it was done-

But naturally as he got more comfortable he wouldn’t race to do those things- not out of disrespect for you, but because he wasn’t scared of you tossing him to the curb because he didn’t put the salt shaker back.

He’d always clean up before you noticed though and if you had to ask him to do something (like if you were doing your own laundry and noticed his clothes in the dryer) he’d feel so guilty and be on his feet in a second.

Logan would 100%, absolutely buy ingredients you didn’t put on the list so you could bake.

Whether it was brownies, cookies, bread or something fancier, you had baked him this thing one time and he has had a consistent craving for it ever since. However, Logan wasn’t just going to flat out ask you to make them- that would be rude- he wanted you to bake them of your own accord. And is it really that wrong if he nudged you towards the inclination to bake it by having eggs on hand you didn’t need? Don’t think so.

“What’s that smell?” He asked, coming in the door, knowing perfectly well what it was.

“Oh I figured I’d bake some of those cookies,” You said, wiping your hand on a dishrag. “We had some eggs on hand I didn’t want to go to waste… you like them right? I can’t eat them all myself.”

He felt like a kid on Christmas morning.

Logan would never have guests, but he didn’t mind if you did. If anything, despite his grumpy demeanour, he would get such a kick out of you having your friends over.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking the wolverine.” Your friend said, taking a sip from her glass of wine.

Logan, who had been laying in bed reading the paper from yesterday, sat up.

“Oh my god!” You gasped. “Stop talking so loud. We’re not fucking! We’re friends!”

“Don’t act like I didn’t see you ogling him earlier when his shirt rode up.” She said in a hushed voice, wagging her finger at you. “If he asked, you’d be all over him in a second.”

Logan raised his eyebrow, listening- waiting on what you said next.

You frantically glanced down the hallway that led to his bedroom.

“I’m going to kill you!”

Whenever you told him you were having friends over, Logan would make it a point to stay home. He’d wait until the end of the night when your friends’ speech had started to slur and then swoop in to save the day, offering to drive your friends home.

Did he care about everyone’s safety? Sure. But mostly he just wanted brownie points with you.

“C’mon, here’s your purse.” Logan sighed, picking your particularly drunk friend off the floor. “Let’s get you home.”

“Y/n, I think I’m in love with your roommate.”

If she hadn’t been your friend, you would’ve felt a searing jealously burn through you. Instead, you had enough alcohol in your system that you felt like air. With a giggle you leaned your weight on Logan, jabbing your finger in her face.

“Hey, he’s mine!” You hiccuped. “Get in line.”

And that was worth Logan sitting in his room the entire night; even during that ten minutes where he had to listen to your friend go on and ON about how she’d just kill to sleep with the Deadpool.

If you were drunk, Logan would leave a glass of water and pain relievers on your bedside table, ready for you when you woke up.

When Logan came home to you having fallen asleep on the couch he’d do one of two things:

1. He’d shut the television off and urge you up from the couch, holding you as you shuffled your way to bed.

“C’mon, honey, bed time.”

2. He’d grab the blanket from his room and drape it over you, tucking the edges into the couch and pushing away the coffee table so you didn’t hit it when you woke up.

He’d have to physically restrain himself from giving you a kiss on the forehead. Instead he’d settle for lovingly shaking his head at you, triple checking the locks and heading to bed himself.

He would NOT check the mail. Ever.

He's so lucky he pays rent to you because if it weren't for you and your religious checking of the mail box, the two of you would be screwed.

Logan would go onto the sidewalk or up to the roof to smoke. Regardless of your feelings about smoking, he wouldn't want to hurt you by having you ingest his second-hand smoke. Maybe it was the fact that he would never have to worry about getting ill, or how madly in love with you he was, but your safety and health was his utmost priority. You were fragile. Logan wouldn't be able to take it if you got sick because of him.

Built in handy-man.

God forbid something happens to your car. Now you have to watch Logan, shirtless, on a hot, summer day climb beneath the car to fix it; grunting as he slides beneath it and back out so you can hand him the next tool. Oh nooo!!!!

No, but really. Leaky sink? He's on it. Wobbly chair leg? He's the man for the job. Logan would actually be offended if you called a plumber or repairman.

"What're you doing?" He'd ask, seeing you on the phone. "Gimme that." Pulling the phone to his ear, he'd swat you away. "Forget what she said. I'm handling it. What? Yes, I'm sure."

When you weren't home in the winter, Logan would turn off the heat and pop open a window, getting in some fresh air.

Giving Logan a "Best Roommate Ever" mug for his birthday. He'd smile so wide- something he only did for you- and proceed to start every day with it. He was hoping that someday, though, he could upgrade from roommate to something more.

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Thank you for reading! My ask box is always open to chat about our favourite MCU guys <3

[the-whispers-of-death]

when i started sending asks about rich reader i imagined him to be a shorter (compared to Sarabi) man with some chub but still strong and a little older. but like.....

it would be like the rabbit who is obsessed with his girlfried who is four times bigger. like rich reader would be in some rich people gathering and be like

reader: and this is my wonderful partner (he wants to call Sarabi husband so bad he's gnawing on the bars of his enclosure)

*pulls Sarabi to his side, arm around his waist while reader is like... tall enough to reach Sarabis chest at best*

reader: isn't he wonderful *proceeds to poeticize about how much he loves Sarabi and how great their relationship is to his rich friends*

short king reader raaahhhh!!!!!

I don't know if it's because Sarabi writes poetry, listens to classical music, and wears turtlenecks as a staple of his wardrobe, but I feel like out of all of my OCs, Sarabi is the one who'd thrive the most if he was taken to a gathering full of rich people. He's a refined man, even with his job and his burn scars. And I mean, he'd love you gushing over him when talking to your friends while he's right there. Let him be your trophy boyfriend!

You couldn't deny that Sarabi looked like he belonged at the party, wearing a beautiful all-black suit with a black turtleneck underneath to hide the burn scars on his neck. He didn't wear a mask or balaclava, because he knew he'd garner more attention with them on and the last thing he wanted was to embarrass you, but even with the entire right side of his face burned, he still managed to fit in with your friends.

He happily followed you as you made the rounds, your arm wrapped around his waist as best as it could with him being so large. Your head just barely reached his chest, but you led him around so easily. He was on his best behavior, using his knowledge of classical music and poetry to wow your friends.

And God, did he preen and melt when you gushed about him to your friends. He somehow managed to stand even taller, his posture even straighter than usual somehow, as he listened to tell your friends he was just the best boyfriend ever.

You rambled about his accomplishments in the military, how he had a hand in helping keep the world safe. And all the while, the hand that wasn't wrapped around his waist was gently rubbing his chest through the fabric of his suit.

He'd gently grab your hand and press sweet, gentle kisses against your knuckles, so deep in love with you. Anyone who looked at you two knew you both were enamored with each other.

But that didn't stop someone from commenting on Sarabi's burn scars.

You had once left him for a little bit to talk to someone who was in the middle of the crowd so you couldn't take him with you, just because he took so much space so he was just standing near the wall. And some pompous man sidled up to Sarabi, a sneer on his face.

"Well aren't you a tall drink of handsome?" the man said mockingly, his judgmental eyes on the right side of Sarabi's face, where year-old third-degree burns marred his face. "It's so disgraceful of {Name} to bring you out in high-society. You should be back home, locked away so no one can see you."

Sarabi eyed the man, but he didn't let the man's words anger him. He was determined on being on his best behavior for you.

"{Name} is entitled to bring whoever he wants to these gatherings," he told the man, his voice bored since you were gone. "Besides, you don't have to be in my space and look at me, I'm sure there's several other people who'd love to talk with you."

The man's face turned red with anger, having been expecting to tear Sarabi's self-esteem down enough to make Sarabi cower in his presence. With his tight grip around his glass of champagne, the man opened his mouth to insult Sarabi some more, but you came back before he could.

"Mr. Peters! It's been so long since we've last seen each other," you said, your voice so sweet as you took your place beside Sarabi once more. Your arm wrapped around Sarabi's waist on instinct. "I trust you and Sarabi were having a nice conversation before I came."

Mr. Peters obliviously misinterpreted your sweet, subtly threatening, tone to mean that you hadn't heard him insulting Sarabi. "Your boyfriend is very rude, {Name}," he complained to you. "And he's not very nice to look at. I'm shocked you didn't leave him at home."

Your beautiful eyes darkened at Mr. Peters' words and you clicked your tongue at him disapprovingly. "You talk of Sarabi like he's some show dog to parade around. He's my boyfriend, no matter what he looks like."

You let go of Sarabi's waist to step closer to Mr. Peters, towering over the shorter man because while you were shorter than Sarabi, you weren't too short.

"I suggest you leave us alone, before I decide to disregard decorum. I know how to properly act, unlike you, but I won't have you insulting my boyfriend."

Mr. Peters gulped and scurried away like the coward he was, leaving you to fret over Sarabi. You cooed at him, making sure he knew you weren't ashamed to be seen with him.

The rest of the night went by well, no one else giving Sarabi a hard time. You two left the gathering at a reasonable time, heading home since Sarabi had work in the morning. You slept with his head resting on your stomach and his arms wrapped around your waist, passed out against you as you were his safe space.

It was safe to say Mr. Peters wasn't invited to other parties after that night.

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[cheshitora]

What other latino Baji headcanons do you have?

RAAAHHHH omg i have a few (typing this out as i chill with my own latin family 😭)

one i've been thinking about a lot if when you wake up next to him in the mornings, he speaks to you in spanish. it's very romantic and it's so special because normally, if he starts speaking spanish, it's because he's mad or flustered. so hearing him speak to you in the morning in that groggy, deep voice makes those little butterflies in your stomach flutter in excitement.

he also doesnt typically tell people he's latino upfront. it's not that he's ashamed (far from it, he's quite proud of who he is). he just doesn't bring it up in conversations unless someones asks him but then he's gonna wonder why they're asking

one of my favorite hcs is that if and whenever he visits his latin family, he's usually bombarded with questions about his life in japan and he's definitely doted upon by his tias. he just kinda sits there not knowing what to do because he's not used to that kind of attention. the kids like hearing about his gang and ask him to teach them to fight

he's very helpful with his abuelo and always makes sure he's not overexerting himself or putting too much strain on his body. his abuelita loves him a lot and always tries to feed him any chance she gets

he'll def speak spanish when he's feeling playful too. "tus nalgas o tu vida" as youre washing dishes while he presses himself against your back, his hot breath against your ear. and when you dont answer, he just says, "tus nalgas primero entonces" 😏🫦