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agere-fics · 2 days ago
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cg logan with gn reader where logan is teaching reader how to tie their shoes but reader is just staring at logan confused because theyre just a baby rn
i love this idea, thank you for requesting!!
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logan loved you very, very much. the day you told him about your regression, he was a hundred percent supportive. he didn't quite get it but the idea of being your caregiver, your dada? he was sold.
he did the best he could, but some things still stumped him. like, what might be hard for you to do when you're little.
"alright, sweetheart." you sat on the bottom steps of the indoor stairs. your dada stood in front of you, one hand on his hip, the other scratching his scruffy chin. "let's make sure you've got everything."
you stared at him with wide, attentive eyes.
logan squinted at that. usually, you've always got something to say. maybe today's not a talkative day. "alright, do you have your coat?"
you palmed your coat.
"gotcha. do you have your ear muffs?"
you rubbed the fuzzy ear covers that sat around your neck.
"got the ear muffs. let's see uh... do you have your shoes?"
you lifted your foot and wiggled your toes through your bluey themed socks.
"well, you can't walk out there barefoot." he chuckled at himself. "be right back, bun."
he arrived a little bit later with your black and white sneakers and knelt in front of you. he grabbed your foot, placing it on his knee. he lifted a shoe, slid it on your foot, then he did the other.
"tie your shoes, bub. gotta get your sippy filled."
he sped to the kitchen to grab your favorite cup, filling it with water. when he came back, you were staring down the hallway he walked down, your shoes still untied.
"what's the matter, bub?"
you looked at him with wide eyes, fiddling with the zipper on your coat.
"here, let me show ya." he knelt down. "hold these two laces up like this. now, we're gonna make an x, like x-men. the rabbits gonna go into this hole here and then we pull. now, from here, we're gonna make two bunny rabbit ears, that might be easiest for ya. gonna do the same thing. a bunny ear x, the bunny goes into the hole, and then all done. you got that, bub?"
you stared blankly at him, little giggles escaped from you.
"oh. how old we feelin', sweetheart?"
you reached up to gently pull and play with his hair. he chuckled at bit. not at you but just at the situation. you were feeling way too small to tie your own shoes, and that's a-okay.
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cinnam0n-4ngel · 12 days ago
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cg!storm & cg!logan - 🌧️🧸🌨️
the best caregivers on the whole planet
would constantly play/take you outside
cuddles are a CONSTANT
they would just be amazing (can u tell they are my favs)
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bamboobooshark · 3 months ago
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LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER
⊹ ࣪ ˖🐾₊˚ I DON'T PURR : 709 WRDS
INSPIRED BY @cloudbug08 ‘s CG LOGAN HEADCANONS ; DRABBLE |🐾| A/N : No one will ever stop me from making CG!/Dad!Logan fics. At all. Ever.
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You’ve been regressed all day. Yesterday was a busy, stressful, overwhelming day, and now you’re coping with the stress. Logan is by your side, caring for you as usual. You lay on the living room floor’s carpet, tummy pressed to the ground, legs kicking up in the air. You breathe contently as you carefully color the page Logan printed out for you.
You could hear him in the bathroom down the corridor near the stairs. He was carefully grooming his hair while humming a tune that sounded a little too familiar. A soft smile crept onto your lips once you recognized it, it was the sound of your favorite cartoon’s intro. “I know that song,” you chirp, gaining a soft chuckle from the man. “You sure do, kiddo. So much that you’ve got me hummin’ it myself,” he replied. He set down the comb before letting out a soft sigh. The sound of his boots slightly clacking against the hardwood floor made you turn your head and giggle out of excitement when you see him. “Kitty hair! Kitty hair,” you exclaim. “Not kitty hair,” he corrected while shaking his head.
“Kitty hair” is what you’d call Logan’s hair any time he had it brushed up like little animal ears. As much as he denied that they were meant to be ears to represent any animal, he never truly cared that you called it kitty hair. He found it pretty cute and grew fond of the term.
“Can I pretty please play with it,” you plead, clasping your hands together. Logan shrugs in response. “I dunno, bubs,” he drags out playfully. “Pretty please? I promise I’ll get that one spot behind your ears that you really like,” you add in an attempt to get him to accept your request. He looks down at you sweetly, hands on his hips, one eyebrow cocked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he groans dramatically, feigning annoyance. “But you gotta clean up all that arts and crafts stuff you got going on.”
Without hesitation, you nod in agreement. You start to clean up your crayons and coloring pages with haste. Within minutes, you’re done putting everything up, now sat on the couch waiting for Logan to come lay his head on your lap. You stretch your hands out to him grasping the air between you two. “Calm down, kiddo. I’m coming,” he assures you. He walks closer to you, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, slips off his boots, and lays his head in your lap. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable by putting one leg on top of the other and crossing his arms against his chest. “There you go, bubs,” he hums with a deep exhale. You squeal with excitement as you gently begin to play with his hair. You run your fingers through the strands, scratch his scalp, and when you scratch behind his ears, you hear something. Purring. He always purrs when you play with his hair for long enough.
“You purr,” you exclaim with a giggle and a huge grin on your face. Logan sighs in return. He shakes his head in denial “You’ve got it all wrong, kid. I don’t purr. Wolverines don’t purr. You’re making things up,” he protests against your previous claim.
You felt his throat vibrate softly against one of your thighs and listened closely. As you told him, he was purring.
“You purr like a kitty, then,” you chirp back. Another deep sigh. He’s not even annoyed with your claim. He knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit to his kiddo that he purrs. “I don’t purr. I didn’t purr,” he states firmly. “It’s not right to lie to your papa,” he said with a light-hearted chuckle. “But you did! I promise,” you pout to him. “I’ll prove it,” you say before beginning to scratch at his scalp again.
Sure as hell, he purrs. He grumbles softly to interrupt his purrs in protest. You know you’ve won once you hear a soft sigh fall from his lips as you scratch right behind his ears. More purring. “Guess you’re right, bubs,” he chuckles softly while closing his eyes. “Just keep scratching. It feels nice,” he adds with a smile creeping onto his lips.
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cloudbug08 · 4 months ago
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Hello! Could I request some Cg! Logan Headcanons please? Thank you 💜💜💜
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CG!Logan Howlett Headcanons
Of course! I hope these headcanons come across as accurate and you enjoy them :) some of these obviously won’t be that integral or reliant on his actual character traits, some are just cute parental things I think he’d do or would enjoy doing :)
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🐾He’s quite stern, not mean, not to you at least, but he definitely stands his ground when it comes to rules.
🐾He can still be lax though, but he also wants you to know that any of the rules put in place are to keep you safe, healthy and happy, and maybe save him from a few grey hairs.
🐾Definitely tries to prove he can also be a “cool dad”, what’s a late night watching movies gonna hurt, and maybe a few snacks sneaked from the pantry.
🐾He wouldn’t have any actual preference for names, whatever you feel comfortable with goes, but he secretly would prefer “daddy” or “papa”, something about them just make him feel all warm.
🐾Same thing with pet names for you! Whatever you like goes, however, he will be partial to a “honeybee” (cause he’s your honey badger, duh!) and a “sweetheart”
🐾Expect to be picked up and carried everywhere, he loves having you near him, unless he’s in a dangerous or precarious situation of course.
🐾PURRS, and I mean full on rumbling chest, content purrs, he loves laying with you on his chest, just purring.
🐾speaking of, he’d definitely hiss and spit at anyone who got too close to you, you’re his kit, his only kit, he needs to keep you safe.
🐾Because of his heightened senses, he’d definitely be able to smell you and scent you, pressing his nose to your head because you smell so young, like a milky newborn smell.
🐾Bundles you up in his nest, yes, he has a nest, filled with blankets and furs, don’t ask, and your stuffed toys, all of which he’d scented, Wolverines are very territorial.
🐾Absolutely piles food on your plate, Wolverines work extremely hard to provide food for their young, he feeds you before he feeds himself, ensuring you’re getting all the nutrients you need.
🐾Frowns if you don’t finish your plate, he’s not mad at you, he just fears he’s not feeding you adequately enough, but once he knows you’re just full he rumbles a purr, pleased.
☆*:.。. o .。.:*☆
I hope y’all enjoy these hcs, I really enjoyed doing them and spouting about irl Wolverines ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
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x-daycare · 1 month ago
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Caregiver Logan moodboard
based on our Wolverine :D this was my first time trying something like this, I hope it came out alright. - Rogue
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patchedpawz · 2 months ago
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Little!Logan + Cg!Wade ⋆ . 𐙚 ˚ !
wanting attention </3
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Doodle from last night I waited to post today
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agere-fics · 2 months ago
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cg!logan just shushing his fussy little. "shh shh I know kiddo. I know" with back rubs and ugh I think I just need to be shushed and cooed at right now
pairing: old man!cg!logan x little!reader
CWs: some angst, reader has a meltdown, but logan comforts them
word count: 0.6k
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you don't even know how you made it back home. it's even more surprising you made it back safe and sound. you were too lost in the void that is your mind, thinking of your past, your future, things that have gone wrong, stuff that still needed to be done. the present, your current reality wasn't anywhere near your consciousness. the entire trip home, your surroundings were fuzzed, voices were muted, the world dimmed.
why must it be so hard to just live, to be an adult? why were you so incapable of adulting?
you stood at the door frame, just standing there. your bag had fallen from your shoulder, landing on your elbow. your eyes were glazed over. nothing mattered anymore. you were gone.
you heard something, perhaps the freezer ice cube maker going off or the a/c turning on. it was fizzy and soft, barely there.
you heard it again. this time it was louder. it was coming from only a few feet away from somewhere out there.
blurred black spots came into view. it shocked your core and made you blink, the puzzle pieces linking themselves together. the black spots turned out to be black, leather shoes. large ones.
"daddy?" you slowly looked up, making eye contact with Logan. you didn't even realize you were speaking. "daddy…" your lip quivered. one tear flew down, then another… and another. they came out faster and faster until you had niagara falls on your face.
"hey there, bub, come here, come here." your daddy pulled you against him. you grabbed his white button down in tight fists and made a puddle of tears on his left shoulder. "it's okay, kiddo. i'm here."
"i'msorryi'msosorrydaddy!" you bawled. "'m sorry…" you squeezed your eyes shut and buried yourself deep into his chest. you held him tightly, so tightly you thought you'd melt into him.
"it's alright, pumpkin. i'm not mad. it's okay, you're okay." he mumbled into the top of your head, planting kisses on your temples and forehead. "sh, sh, sh, sh, sh." he rubbed your back. "it's okay, darling. you're safe, i'll take care of ya. shh, shh, shh." he let you cry, you needed this, he knew.
logan bent his knees a bit to reach his arm underneath your knees. he cradled you in his arms and brought you to the grey, leather couch. you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the comforting smell of his sandalwood fragrance. you commented one time on how much you liked it and now he never went without it.
he gently scratched your scalp and continued placing smooshes to your brow. "what happened today, bub?" he asked once you calmed a bit.
"i don' know, daddy. i jus', jus… idonknow-" your breathing began to quicken again.
Logan shushed and bounced you on his lap. "it's okay, you don't have to talk about it right now, pumpkin. breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out, bub, there you go. good job." he dragged your designated, fluffy couch blanket on top of you and loaded up soft lullabies on spotify. he remembered fondly how you showed him the app and your favorite safe stuff on there. he didn't care about newer technology stuff but after you told him how much it helped you, he was determined to learn them.
you fell asleep on his lap after about an hour. your daddy fell asleep, too. your weight on him was soothing, as was your music. you were so peaceful, it made him nod off.
daddy would always be there for you to keep you safe, keep you happy, and to comfort you. he was the best daddy ever.
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lttl3babybug · 10 days ago
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a request of you can go nuts and write whatever you wanna about this drawing of mine, have fun
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This is such a cute drawing!! I love your stuff so much \(^ヮ^)/ plus you draw bedtime bear so cute :3
Cg!Logan and Regressor!Wade Headcanons
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🐾⚔��Wade isn’t much different when regressed in all honesty
🐾⚔️He’s still as childish and immature as ever
🐾⚔️He’s not got a set regression age he just does it
🐾⚔️Just because he’s small don’t think he won’t still swear like a sailor
🐾⚔️Most of the time a telltale sign will be a swear replaced with ‘flip’ or ‘frick’ which will always earn a laugh from Logan
🐾⚔️He LOVES a onesie, the moment he’s out his suit he’s got a fluffy onesie on and is situated in front of the tv
🐾⚔️Logan tries to get Wade to leave the house while small but he just simply refuses
🐾⚔️The only time Wade will go outside is if they’re walking Mary Puppins
🐾⚔️All little Wade wants to do is watch tv and colour
🐾⚔️Wade has so much colouring supplies it’s unreal, crayons, pencils, gel pens, glittery gel pens, markers, chalk. You name it
🐾⚔️There has been so many times Logan has had to take away scented colouring utensils because Wade just sits sniffing them
🐾⚔️He puts them in a box at the back of the closet but they somehow find their way back to Wade every time
🐾⚔️Logan isn’t terrible at being a cg, but he’s not great
🐾⚔️He’ll have a drink while Wade is small then give Wade a sip- watching his face scrunch up at the ‘yucky’ taste and bursting out laughing
🐾⚔️Logan does love Wade, cuddling with his little while he explains the mlp lore to him
🐾⚔️Wade definitely made Logan get them matching onesies of Pinkie Pie and Apple Jack
🐾⚔️Logan would not be caught dead in it outside of making Wade smile
🐾⚔️Logan would do anything to make Wade smile
🐾⚔️They’re so grumpy dad and sunshine daughter coded
🐾⚔️Yes Wade is Logan’s little princess
🐾⚔️So many dress up sessions and fashion shows
🐾⚔️Wade taught Logan how to play Roblox so they could play games together
🐾⚔️Wade in general is childish so naturally he owns toys, his favourite when regressed seem to be the Sylvanian families
🐾⚔️He loves the goat family and Persian cat family, the kitties remind him of his papa
🐾⚔️Logan is his papa!! Wade is such a sucker for using nicknames and having nicknames used on him
🐾⚔️Logan is either called Papa or Lo
🐾⚔️Wade enjoys most pet names! Very fond of ones like, Princess, Bubs, little one, Angel, baby etc
🐾⚔️Logan likes to call little Wade his cub or pup :((
🐾⚔️Wade is a very fussy and tantrum prone regressor, Logan has none of it.
🐾⚔️The moment he spots even the slightest pout or attempt at a tantrum Wade is sent straight to corner or into a different room till he’s come to his senses
🐾⚔️Puppy dog eyes do not work on Logan. He sees through them immediately
🐾⚔️At first they did, then Wade began to push his luck
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cinnam0n-4ngel · 9 days ago
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yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes-
[🐾] cg!logan howlett moodboard
very self indulgent!!
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logans-little-badger · 3 months ago
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Found dis on TikTok
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ssspace-cadet · 2 months ago
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cg!logan headcanon that when you’re feeling insecure about something and telling him about it with those teary eyes, he lets out a sigh, crouches down and puts his hands around your head tenderly, eyes looking directly into yours.
“Hey, look at me, no, eyes on me kid. There we go, better. Now say it with me, I-“
“I...”
��Am.”
“A-am—“
“Loved.”
“Loved..”
“Great job kid.”
he gets up, grunting slightly, then looks down at you.
“C’mon, we’re watching a movie.”
he’ll gently put a hand out onto your head, tucking you close to his side and walking with you to the living room, grabbing the blanket and laying it over you while massaging your head with his hand.
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baby-blues-playroom · 3 months ago
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Someone should make a cg wolverine and deadpool blog...
(Pretty please im asking nicely)
(If no one else uses it trust i will be in that inbox constantly)
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a-bit-too-silly · 3 months ago
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Would you maybe do a drabble about regressed Logan being fussy about having to take a bath, maybe with CG Wade?
of course! I decided to have a bit of an inconsistent narrator cus Wade talks right to the reader sometimes. Hope this is alright! :]
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If there's one thing Logan *isn't* known for, it's his cleanliness. He takes care of himself most of the time. He's half good at that don't get this twisted, dear reader. But.. well, he's not particularly neat. We'll put it that way.
When he's big he's always getting covered in sweat, grime, blood, ash, he's really the type to roll around in mud like a dog if he thinks it'll make him feel better. 'Feral' is a good word to describe him, even when he's not gone into one of his berserker rages. But when he's little, it's.. yeah, it's the same story. Maybe a bit less blood and no ash since I wouldn't- ehh... *nobody* would let that little guy smoke anything. Not even his beloved cigars. Thankfully he's found some other ways to satiate that oral fixation of his, even if it does mean the occasional bite on the arm every now and then.
Regardless of what he decides to sink those little chompers into, he still manages to get himself coated in just about everything he comes across.
Mud? Oh-ho, definitely. No use in putting him in his raincoat and boots since he'd prefer to stomp around in every puddle barefoot anyway.
Food? You know it. You could be feeding him as neatly as possible only to turn your back for a moment and find some mashed avocado in his eyebrow.
Dust from the floor? Yep. Paint? Sure. Crayons? Somehow, yeah. Blue fur from Kurt? Mhm. Don't get me started on the jam incident. That sweet honey badger found his way into the cabinets.. the evidence of that massacre still stains those poor porous countertops.
I'll hand it to him, he's talented.
Unfortunately... bath time is his worst enemy. Maybe it has something to do with the experimentation, that'd make the most sense. Maybe it's his tendency to sink. Maybe he just prefers to be a stinky little gremlin. It's not exactly my place to ask. He's often too little or too tired to stay standing long enough for a shower, and sponge baths aren't really an option.
With background info out of the way, let's get back to the problem at hand.
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"Cmon peanut, I made sure to put in the bubbles you like! They're yellow!" Wade says with a small gesture towards the tub. "Al! Tell him they're yellow!"
"You really think I'd be more convincing than you?" She calls from the other room almost incredulously. - oh, right. *Blind* Al.. yeah.. maybe not the best at identifying colors. - Wade looks out the door of the bathroom in the general direction of where Al is seated, minding her business.
"See? Al likes how yellow they are." He says in spite of everything, "Do you want to get in the tub now, munchkin?"
"no. No bat-time." Logan, as little as he is right now, scowls. It doesn't have the intended effect, but Wade lets out a dramatic groan anyway. Toddlers.. can't be reasoned with.
"Unfortunately not how this works, kiddo." Wade says, crouching down next to the tub where Logan has firmly planted himself against the tile. He's no longer wearing his top, seeing as it was an unfortunate bystander to some sticky pancakes and cubed meats. All chopped up nice and small so Logan wouldn't choke but big enough that he could chew on em a decent bit.
"Don' need ta." The adamantium boned toddler huffs in response, "'m not dirty."
"no, but you are sticky, kiddo. And you were playing outside with Storm earlier so I bet you got a bit icky there too." This only makes Logan's scowl firmer. The once little pout growing in such a way that makes Wade's heart ache. If it weren't for the fact that Al would definitely nag him about Logan's sticky fingers, face, chest, shoulders... Logan's general *stickiness*, he doubts he'd ever manage to get the rascal to ever bathe.
"Papa get in first." He said firmly, pointing to the tub like he's the one calling the shots. Which he is. Wade is a weak weak man for his grumpy little guy. "'n no dunking."
'Dunking' in this case stands for dipping the little guy's head under water. Wade would never, but it gets mentioned at least once per bath time. Upon hearing the statement, Wade throws up his hand in a solemn oath.
"Scouts honor." Now, Wade has never been a boy scout, but he's also never been one for hurting kids so the promise still stands. With that, he slips out of his slippers and rolls his sweatpants up to his knees so he hopefully won't get too soaked, and he sits down on the edge of the tub. The water in the tub isn't too deep, only reaching up to around the middle of Wade's calf, with another few inches on top of thick yellowy foam from the bath bomb Logan relished in watching dissolve.
Still reluctant, Logan watches as Wade sits on the edge of the tub for a while. And Wade lets him. It's a slow process, always is, but after a few minutes of pouty glaring Logan tugs off the last of his clothes then clambers up into the tub with a bit of help from Wade. Just to ensure he doesn't slip. The water is still nicely warm despite the slow process, maintained by frequent touchups of hot water and lifting up the plug to let out the cold.
"Good job, peanut." Wade says softly as he grabs an old cup, bright red in color and decorated with a variety of stickers, and starts to ladle water over Logan's shoulders. He's learned the hard way that Logan has the 'if my head gets wet in a dry room I will shake until it's dry' reflex, so hair washing stays until the end.
Logan is quiet and stiff, letting out the occasional whine despite himself. Seems he's on the silent treatment side of the spectrum rather than the 'giving a cat a bath' side. It's almost worse, but Wade knows he'll perk back up once things are done.
So he starts to gently scrub the sticky syrup and dirt from Logan's hands, meeting his eye as best he can. His little one is sulking, lip still pouted out, eyes downcast and sad.
"Bath time is no fun, I know, my sour faced friend." Wade sighs, "anything that could make it better, bubbie?"
Logan stays quiet for a while, only moving when Wade needs to reach somewhere to clean. "No."
"mmm." Wade mumbles, taking the removable showerhead off of its holder so he can quickly rinse off Logan, getting his hair and rinsing off the soap. "Just a moment.."
"done?"
"Yep. All done, honeybun." He says as he stands up to grab a towel from the shelf, that earns him some grabby hands and a desperate search for 'uppies'. Which he gladly satisfies after bundling him up in a towel. Yeah, I can pick him up. Adamantium skeletoned 300+ pound toddler? No biggie. "Let's get you in some jammies and maybe you can convince Nana Al to let you put on a movie. That sound good, bubsicle?"
Logan nestles his head into the crook of Wade's neck and nods a little, his limbs clinging to Wade like a koala clings to a tree. He's really not used to being picked up, regardless of how much he asks for it.
"And then Papa pool is gonna make some chicken nuggets and fries and we're gonna forget all about that icky horrible bath." Wade continues as he carries Logan to the bedroom, patting his back occasionally.
"Dino shapes?" Logan asks quietly.
"Oh, definitely. That makes em more nutritious." Wade scoffs, pulling out a pair of comfortable flannel pants and a T-shirt that still manages to be baggy even on Logan's broad frame. The faded pattern still clearly reads 'Bambi' with the titular character looking up at a butterfly while sitting in a bed of flowers. It's a favorite of his, and maybe Wade has been messing with continuity to make sure it never wears out. Maybe. Come on, every one needs their recognizable outfits!
Logan dresses himself with only a touch of help with the socks. Then he does that silly toddler walk, the one where its more stomps than normal footfalls, off towards Al with Wade following close behind.
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bamboobooshark · 3 months ago
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Hiiii I just found your page and omg I love your writing so much. I actually did get into an argument with my friend, and I deactivated one of my intas cuz of it (long and stupid story) but it was really comforting to read Logan wanting to coddle and comfort someone yk
You can ignore the request if it makes you uncomfortable, but do you think you can write something where the reader doesn't really know or understand what regression is or why they feel this way so they isolate when they feel childish or playful or start annoying people without realizing it and Logan who loves and cares for them starts to miss them and is like wtf and helps them.
Thank you for your writing I hope you have an amazing day.
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LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ☁️་༘ COMFORT & CONFUSION : 991 WRDS
<RATING : PG, VULENRABLE MOMENTS, CRYING>
A/N : Just a little note for Anon; I am so heavily greatful that my fic was able to bring you so much comfort. I hope you’re recovering well from what happened. Apologies for taking so long to get this out for you, I always get caught up in spilling and detailing my concepts that end up becoming full fics. I truly hope this fic is what you were hoping for <3 !!Warning for a pinch of angst and crying!!
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You’ve been isolating yourself in your room since you woke up. You feel so confused with yourself, with your mind, with your feelings. You press your back against your headboard, legs crossed one on top of the other. You gently rock back and forth while struggling to understand how you’re feeling; why you’re feeling the way you do. Yeah, you’ve got a ton of energy right now. You feel like you’re letting your inner child express itself in your mind, yet you’re holding them in as best as possible. You’re terrified of annoying anyone by releasing those feelings, espically Logan. You bite and chew at your lips nervously as you rock a bit faster. Why? That’s the only question you can ask yourself right now. Over and over, your mind fills itself with nothing but confusion of why you feel like this, why you yearn to be so childish, why you’re scared of annoying Logan when he loves you unconditionally.
You’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts as the man knocks on the door. “Everything alright in there, kid,” he asks with his face pressed to the wood. God, the way he calls you kid only makes these foreign feelings harder to suppress. You choke back your tears before responding. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just feeling a little down,” you reply with a tone that’s involuntarily soft and childlike. Logan raises his brows at the way you speak to him. You’ve never kept yourself away like this, but he’s been noticing a pattern lately. You isolate yourself the moment you wake up, beg him to leave you alone, and then come out quiet and reserved. He continues to press because he misses you so damn bad. He’s willing to do absolutely anything to get you in his arms again. “Please tell me what’s wrong, bub. I promise I’m not going to be upset with you,” he pleads with the softest tone he can force out of his throat. “I mean, I’d be more upset if you didn’t trust me with whatever you’ve got going on,” he chuckles akwardly.
You wipe your tears before inviting him in. The second he realizes that you’re crying, his lips form a frown and his eyes give you a sympathetic gaze. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry, baby. I’m right here. I’m not leaving, I swear,” he scrambles to reassure you, sitting on your bed and pulling you into his arms. You let your cries get thicker once you lean into his. He smells so fatherly. His large, calloused hands make your entire body shiver with comfort. Everything about him is sending an unknown, unfamiliar feeling that you’ve been yearning for. You can’t even begin to imagine what to call it, but your body allows you to relax under his touch. “That’s it, baby. Let it all out. Tell me what’s up once you’re ready to,” he coos as his hands rub up and down your back. You nod against his chest, letting the thumping of his heartbeat soothe you.
You pull back from his embrace, but hold his hands in your own. His touch is what you’ve been needing. Scratch that, you’ve been needing Logan in general. You attempt to try and explain things, but you end up stammering and stuttering. “I’m sorry, Logan. I just — I don’t even know what to say,” you apologize while looking away from him. He squeezes your hands gently and sighs. “You don’t need to apologize, kid. I’ll be here as long as you need me to be. If I have to wait here for hours for you to get your thoughts together, I don’t mind. You know that, bub,” he tells you sincerely. You look at him and give him the best smile you can considering the circumstances.
You take a deep, shakey breath after a few minutes of silence before attempting to describe your feelings. “I’ve just been feeling like a child lately. I’ve had so much energy and excitement and joy for no reason. It’s so confusing and it’s scaring me Lo, it really is. I just want an answer,” you explain to him. His thumb rubs against your knuckles lovingly before he presses a silent kiss to your forehead. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry. You’ve got such a big heart, kid. I need you to understand that you don’t need to be afraid to let those feelings loose around me. I’ll love you no matter what,” he promises while holding your face in his hands so you’re looking at him. You nod gently, eyes glossy and wide from the way he comforts you so paternally. “I understand,” you mumble back, letting that same childlike voice slip. Logan gives you a gentle smile, failing to hold back a snicker. “Well would you look at that. You sound so little, baby. It’s adorable,” he says while attempting to hold himself back from squeezing your face. You giggle softly and shake your head no. “It’s not adorable, Lo,” you protest. Your stomach knots as you allow yourself to slip into this pure, innocent state. As soon as Logan begins to coddle you further, that knot unties itself and becomes a flutter in your heart. “If you deny anything else I say, I’ll have to find a way to get back at you for it. You’re too damn cute to not accept that you are,” he playfully threatens. “C’mere you sweet thing,” he growls as he pulls you into his lap. “No! Let me go,” you giggle sweetly, squirming in Logan’s arms despite wanting to stay right where you are forever. “I’m not letting you go, kid. You’re mine. My sweet little thing that I’ll protect with my life,” he declares before starting to pepper your face with soft kisses. You can feel him smiling like an idiot against your skin from the sound of your giggles, the way you smile, and the warmth of your face caused by him.
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cloudbug08 · 3 months ago
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Painkiller
Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!Reader
A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN
Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind (╹◡╹)
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It’s that sort of day when the deep seated pain of having a metal coated skeleton sinks in, the way it rubs uncomfortably, the itch of his claws, waiting to pop out through his knuckles.
He shifts back into his recliner, waiting for the warmth of the cabin to sink into his bones, he smiles when he sees you toddle down the stairs.
“Da!”
“Hey sweetheart”
You continue to make your way over to his armchair, a bit wobbly, usually used to being carried over
“Sorry, Daddy’s having a bad day, I’m hurtin’”
You nod, crawling gently in his lap, suckling on a pacifier he had painstakingly decorated for you, a stuffed badger sitting in your lap
“S’ okay Da.”
You smile up at him, nudging the front of your pacifier into his bearded cheek to replace a kiss, he smiles back, pressing his own kiss to your forehead, cradling you into his chest, his muscles loosening at the warmth of you, he lets it seep into his bones, relishing in the feeling.
You shift slightly, turning to press your head into his neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulders
“Is it because of what the bad people did?”
He shuts his eyes, sighing deeply, he rubs a hand up your back, humming a low ‘yes’
“It’s okay to hurt Da.”
His breath hitches, he can feel tears prick at his eyelids
“I know, you’re too good for me honeybee.”
You squirm, winding your way out of his arms, there’s a furrow to your eyebrows, your head is cocked as you suckle angrily on your pacifier, you shake your head
“No”
You lisp, objecting his statement with a garbled ‘you deserve love, Da’
He squeezes your hand, turning you on his lap
“Why don’t you go get your toys? Play some while Da gets some shuteye, I’ll put cartoons on for you.”
You nod, stumbling off of the recliner, he jumps forward, steadying you
“Careful”
You nod, wobbly shuffling over to the set of rickety draws near his staircase, kneeling to shuffle through it. Logan thought it better to have most of your more played with toys and colouring books downstairs considering how much more time you spend on the lower level of the Cabin with him.
You can hear him shifting back into his seat, grunting as his spine cracks.
You shuffle through the colouring books and dolls, settling on a big box of duplo Logan managed to get for you, using Charles’ credit card as petty revenge for an argument he got into with the man.
You drag it over to the recliner, plopping down in the softly carpeted floor, quietly opening the tub of Lego in favour of not waking Logan up, relaxing at the sound of his snoring, losing yourself in the vibrant colours on the tv and the click clack of plastic.
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It’s clear that it’s been a fair few hours since Logan fell asleep, the sky has grown purple and you’ve grown restless and hungry. You wobble over to Logan’s recliner, settling in his lap, cautious of startling the man, you gently wake him, carefully shaking his shoulder, calling his name until he stirs, grumbling sleepily.
He blinks at you tiredly, waking himself up, he cradles your head with his worn hand
“Mornin’ Bee”
You smile
“S afternoon Pa!”
He peers out the window, eyebrows raising
“Sure is, I haven’t slept that well in many years, thank you honeybee, my little painkiller”
You giggle, preening at his cooed praise, startling when your stomach rumbles angrily, He smiles, patting your belly
“Let’s go get some food in my baby, hmm? Sound good?”
You nod, letting him up off the recliner to shake off his stiff limbs, before he picks you up, painlessly.
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Thank you so much for reading, another self indulgent Logan work that has been in the making for way too long, I promise, all my drafts/requests will be uploaded soon! I hope this will suffice for now my loves! (^ν^)
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icarusredwings · 2 months ago
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Taking requests for how Kid Wade sees certain disney movies and if he would like them or not.
You can specify if-
Vanessa's wade, Logan's wade, or both of their wades because they behave differently. As you get older how you regress changes and for wade he semi grows up in a sense? With vanessa hes very timid and almost mute. With logan hes much more cuddly and talkitve but still anxious and is more likely to behave then Poolveriness' kid wade, whos yappy and has an attitude. More tantrums and questions authority, curses more.
Or if you want Al's wade so post vanessa but pre logan, very similar but slightly different then logan's wade.
I would say this he ranges from 4-6-8
Asks prefered, not commented or else ill forget.
Already did Fox and the Hound :)
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