#cranky softy

[soloragoldsun]

Sojiro: You're responsible for feeding that cat. I'm not doing anything for it. Also, if I see it downstairs, I'm throwing it out!!!

Sojiro literally two seconds later: Oh, here's some food for the cat, since he was meowing so cutely. Oh, you already named him? I wanted to name him...

Sojiro every time Morgana is obviously downstairs: *does absolutely nothing*

[tired-biscuit]

Can we all just appreciate that a lot of the time anime movies like Naruto have the freedom to show more. So we all get a chance to see 99% of Kiba in the hotsprings. Plus in one scene where catboy kiba gets his pants bitten off by Akamaru we get to see a peach ass.

that movie was so funny, he was so sweet as a catboy!! like his features were softer and his pupils were bigger and less sharp and omg both of the tiny fangs....... that specific version of him definitely whimpers hdhshshsh

i mean just look at him, he is such a dork

[babyscilence]

The best feeling is when the not-so-affectionate cat comes in for a snuggle

[drthugitout]

You know why.

Remade it because typo.

[spacelatinoluvr]

neighbor across the hall (part 1) 18+

summary: newly divorced, you move into an apartment complex, living alone for the first time in years. while you're still adapting and making friends you find that the single father and his daughter across the hall find you very fascinating. word count: 6.8k pairing: modern!Logan Howlett x fem!reader tags: modern au, smut if you squint really hard, rough Logan, dad Logan, boxer Logan, neighbors to lovers, Logan is a softie, !mdni!

“I know Mom-“

You sang, your feet leading you up the creaky staircase to your third floor apartment. You were fiddling with your purse, trying to find your keys as the phone was tucked into your shoulder and pressed against your ear. Your mom’s muffled voice rang again, more upset than before.

“I told you I don’t want you to be by yourself. What about your friend, uh what was her name… Margie?”

You sighed, still digging through the messy purse.

“Darcy, her name was Darcy, Mom.”

“Well why don’t you two become roommates? She was a sweet girl-“

You paused trying to find the missing keys when you reached your apartment door.

“She’s living with her girlfriend… Besides, I'll be fine. I need to be on my own for a while. This neighborhood isn’t too bad, a few drug dealers here and there.”

Your mom gasped lightly and you could almost see her hitting your shoulder through the phone. She said your name loudly, almost in a warning to not joke about that.

You giggled lightly, letting out a quick “Aha!” when your fingers found the keys.

“Kidding. Ok, well I gotta let you go Mom. I have to do dishes, clean, y’know what single people do.”

“Ok sweetie, just be safe.”

“I always am.”

You both said your goodbyes before you hung up the phone and opened the door of your freshly furnished apartment. You entered and it was still slightly messy from unpacking and it had the smell of old mildewy carpet. You set your phone and keys on the counter, sighing as you glanced around the small apartment. The room was quiet and still, and the only thing that you could hear was the feet pounding in the room above you and the honking of cars outside your open window.

The rest of your day was boring to say the least. You cooked yourself dinner, a frozen pizza and a glass of red wine. You then proceed to waltz around your living room, with said glass of wine in hand, trying to decide what to unpack first with your eyes flying to a box of old wedding gifts labeled “Shit asshole didn't want!”. You thought about it then and there that maybe you should've thrown away the ‘shit’ from your cheating ex-husband but you couldn't. You paused, the sound of bass rumbling through the walls, vibrating your kitchen. You stopped in your kitchen, pressing your ear against the wall. The melody of some old rock song you didn't know flowing through your walls. And then it stopped.

You walked towards your door, hearing the yelling of an old lady who lived a few doors down. You had briefly met earlier that week, her name slipping from your mind. You opened your door to find your neighbor next to you and the older woman arguing. You leaned against the doorframe, the wine glass was still in your hand, and you swirled it before taking another sip as you watched the conversation play out.

“-turn the music down!”

“It wasn't even loud, Sheryl, it was like…quiet.” Sheryl. That was her name. A name to suit a cranky old lady that was for sure. You couldn't see the neighbor, due to a head of gray curly hair blocking your sight.

“Quiet?!”

“For me, yes.”

“Just turn it down before I tell the landlord, again.”

“No wait- ok fine i'll turn it down.” They both said something, but it was too quiet and they were too far away for you to hear. And then the old lady turned around her eyes meeting yours before she scolded you, and walked down the stairs. The elevator was broken, and had been for a few months from what your landlord told you. You were glad you didn’t live on the fifth floor. You watched her until she was gone and met the eyes of your neighbor. She was wearing a large baggy t-shirt with the band Metallica plastered over it and her hair was black and short, ears length. She was wearing plaid pajama pants and bunny slippers, which made you slightly surprised.

“Just to let you know, it doesn't bother me.” You said as she stared at you, her eyes squinting at you.

“Noted.” She said before she turned around, about to shut the door but you were fast and you stopped her door with your hand, and she gazed at you through a small gap.

“What are you doing?”

“Introducing myself.” You said, and you gave her your name. She stared at you, and you waited for her to introduce herself too but she just stood there staring at you for a few seconds. But, then she looked down at the glass of wine in your hand and opened the door a little wider.

“I’m Lee.” She introduced, sticking her hand out to you. You shook it lightly, and she was about to close the door again when you spoke up.

“Uh, I live next door. Three-sixteen”

“I know.” She said before she slammed the door in your face and you were stuck staring at the numbers 314 before music blared again, slightly quieter than before but still loud. You turned around sighing, walking back to your door but stopped when you saw a girl, no older than twelve, sitting at the stairs staring at you. You smiled at her and waved, but she didn't even budge. She made no move to wave back or even manage a smile.

She just stared at you, eyes not moving. It was slightly intimidating. She kept staring at you until you made it back to your door, and entered your apartment. You blew air out of your mouth, and stared at the boxes again, your hands on your hips as you set the empty glass of win in the sink. They were haunting you waiting to be put away. And that's what you ended up doing for the rest of the night and only one box sat, untouched by you.

The next morning you planned to go job-hunting. You had tried every place in the area hiring for servers, but none seemed the least bit interested in actually hiring people. Before your divorce, you had planned on becoming a professional ballet dancer, and you were quite good, amazing even, but your ex-husband had demanded you do something to at least make a little more money. And you did. You quit going to dance school to become a full-time bartender at some lousy bar. You always thought your ex-husband was jealous of you, and now you truly believed he had crushed your dreams because he was envious of your talent. The last place on your list was a bar a block from your apartment complex, walking distance. It was small, but loud as you entered the bar.

You sat down at the bar, all the way at the end, waiting for someone to speak to you, but a few minutes went by before you heard yelling from the kitchen.

“Fine! I don’t give a fuck, fire me! Good luck finding someone to get you money!” A girl, with curly black hair and gold hoops on her ears, exited the kitchen as a chubby bald man trailed behind her. Both of them looked heated, in some kind of argument and you sat up, listening.

“Maria, you can't solicit guests here, that's prostitution!” He yelled, his hands flying in the air.

“Why do you care?”

“Because you're my niece and I really don't want your mother-”

“Ok well I quit!” The man put his fingers to his forehead, and they both started yelling in a foreign language you couldn’t understand before Maria stormed out of the bar with a scream, the door slamming behind her. The man, possibly the owner, looked around the bar before his eyes landed on you. You looked away quickly, to hide yourself but he started to approach you.

“Hi, uh sorry about that,” He cleared his throat. “Can I get you anything?” He asked and you looked at him before replying.

“Are you hiring?”

“As of three seconds ago, yes.”

“Need a new server?”

Within three minutes of speaking with the owner, whose name you learned was Pascal, he had hired you on the spot and asked you to come in the next Friday, prepared for training. You assured him you had loads of experience and didn't need to train but he insisted. He told you the bar was always slow, mostly consisting of older men and told you to be ready for anything these men tried. After training that Friday, you got home late that night, around twelve in the morning, exhausted. You entered your apartment, showering and changing into shorts and a tank top (It was summer-time and the AC didn't work on your floor).

As you got into bed, ready to fall asleep for the night, a loud guitar bass sounded through your apartment. You groaned, grabbing a pillow and shoving it to your face and you could still hear the music coming from your neighbor. After about ten minutes of this, you sat up walking to your door to speak to your neighbor and their music. It usually didn't bother you but tonight you were not in the mood to not get sleep over AC/DC. You knocked on Lee’s door not once but five times, the final time banging both of your fists loudly against the door before the music stopped and Lee opened the door, a guitar pick in her mouth.

“What?” She questioned, as if she were clueless.

“Please turn it down, I really need some sleep.”

“No can do, I have a showcase tomorrow.”

“Just turn it down, my room is right next door.” Lee nodded before she slammed the door in your face, the music blaring again seeming more loud than before. You groaned loudly, kicking her door annoyingly with your foot.

“If you ask her to turn it down, she just makes it louder.” You turned to find a man you hadn't met before, keys in his hand as he was watching you, a smug look on his face. As if this was amusing to him. He was wearing jeans and boots, and a large jacket, as if it wasn't eighty degrees outside. He had brown hair, and gray hairs were poking through. He looked permanently angry, the lines across his face showing that. He was across the hall from you, the only thing separating you were the stairs. You crossed your arms over your chest, scoffing.

“You can't hear it from my apartment.” He said, and you stood up straighter, your hands dropping at your side, his invitation surprising you. Was he actually inviting you into his apartment? You laughed, slightly offended.

“If you think-” He turned his back to you, opening the door with his keys before he slammed the door shut, the sound echoing down the hallway. You stood there in disbelief before you entered your apartment, the sound of guitars and drums the only thing you heard for the next two hours.

“Darcy, you have to visit me. This place is wack, there's an annoying emo girl next to me, some old lady downstairs that's always complaining about something, this Firestarter lookalike and some creepy guy across the hall.” You complained on the phone the next night, talking to your best friend, Darcy. You met Darcy at college, she was a music major and actually graduated pursuing her dreams of becoming an Opera singer. She was fantastic and you always loved watching her.

“Sounds fun. All of our neighbors are old couples.” You groaned, plopping down on your couch.

“I wish.”

“How are you holding up? And don't lie to me.” You glanced at the untouched box of things from your ex-husband.

“I'm fine, really.” She said your name over the phone, almost like a warning. “I'm fine!” You said, laying down on the couch.

“Ok well it’s only been a couple months. How’s your new job going?”

“It’s good. Enough to keep me going for now, my boss is…weird but not creepy. The place is-” You stopped talking when a knock sounded throughout your apartment coming from your door.

“Hey, I'll talk to you later Darcy.” You got up from the couch, hanging up the phone. You opened your door to find no one there except the mysterious girl on the staircase. You exited your apartment, closing the door and you leaned against it. You two stared at each other for a while before you spoke up.

“Do you like staring at strangers?” She didn't move but continued to stare at you. For the past week she had been always sitting at the staircase when you left or entered staring at you.

“Ok, which apartment do you live in-?” The door across the hall opened, and the man from the night before exited. He got caught off guard seeing you and looked a little surprised. He ignored you, and walked towards the staircase picking up the girl's hand and dragging her towards Lee’s apartment. He banged on the door, and a few seconds later a very upbeat Lee opened the door.

“Oh, Wolvy, got a hot date tonight?” Lee’s eyebrows went up, wiggling suggestively.

“Just watch her please.” He said gruffly, before pushing her lightly towards Lee. Lee sighed, turning back to look into her apartment and turning back to an annoyed ‘Wolvy’. He rolled his eyes, muttering to Lee about not calling him ‘Wolvy’. He turned around to leave and as he was going down the stairs his eyes met yours and then he was gone.

Before they both entered Lee’s apartment, the girl pulled Lee’s ear towards her mouth, whispering something in her ear. Lee burst out laughing before telling her a straightforward ‘No. Absolutely not.’. The girl just stared at her before Lee sighed, turning towards you.

“She wants to know-“ The girl growled, glaring at Lee. “I want to know if you’d like to join us for the evening.” You blinked, smiling.

“Of course, I would be delighted. You know-“ Lee shushed you.

“Just come on.”

Lee's apartment was exactly how you imagine it would be. Multiple posters of rock bands you didn’t know were decorated across every wall. There were multiple guitars and a set of drums in the corner of her living room. Her apartment was a mess but it seemed to suit her anxious state as she’d frantically ran around trying to clean up old Chinese takeout sitting on the counter and clean laundry on her couch.

“Just uh- sit on the floor.” Lee said as she ran to her room quickly. You and the little girl sat far away from each other, as you waited for Lee to come back. You looked at her, awkwardly smiling. She just stared at you, no emotions.

“So uh- how’s school?”

“She’s homeschooled!” Lee yelled from where she was and you clicked your tongue feeling embarrassed.

“How’s um homeschool?” She just kept staring, before she began to open her mouth to speak. Then Lee bounded into the room loudly, cutting her off.

“Ok what should my Halloween costume be, kid?” She was holding up two costumes, shaking them in front of the kid’s face.

“It’s August?” You questioned, and the girl smiled before she pointed at the one with Jean shorts and a black tank top.

“Exactly what I was thinking!” She yelled before running off to her room again. “Oh and her name is Laura!” She yelled from her room again and you nodded.

“Well, hello Laura.” You said before you told her your name, introducing yourself.

“Hi.” She said quietly, almost shyly. Lee then ran into the room again.

“Did she just talk to you?” She said, smiling at you. “That’s awesome! Logan is going to be psyched when he hears-“

Logan.

“Logan?”

“Her legal guardian. Y'know the big gruff dude that’s all ‘I’m big and angry because I’m lonely’” She said the last part in a deep voice and you laughed nodding your head.

“If he has Laura, why is he lonely?” You asked, but you knew what she meant.

“In all the years I’ve been here he’s never once brought a girl home. Ever. And I mean never.”

“Where does he go then?”

“To box.”

“Box?” Lee nodded, sitting on the ground next to Laura.

“He used to be this really big professional boxer. The Wolverine,” That tracked. “He got hurt real bad and just never went back. He’s just recently been training again. I guess that’s his release besides sex. Because the guy never gets puss-” She said before she laughed again and you looked at Laura embarrassed.

“Don’t worry she’s heard me say way worse things. Right, kid?” She said, ruffing her hair with her knuckles. Laura groaned, pushing her hand away.

“I’m not a kid.” She grumbled, glaring at Lee.

The rest of the night consisted of Lee and Laura arguing occasionally. Lee would make fun of Laura and then Laura would return that with a glare. You sat quietly in the corner, laughing at them. At the end of the night, the doorbell rang at around midnight and Laura and Lee were fast asleep while you were wide awake watching some cartoons with them.

You stood walking to the door, and opened it to find Logan looking less angry than before. He looked surprised to see you at the door, he must have been expecting Lee. He just stared at you, not saying a word, and you cleared your throat standing with the door open. You pointed your thumb at them.

“They’re sleeping.” You said before stepping outside, closing the door quietly. “Here for Laura?” You asked leaning against the door with your back. He stared at you for a second before he shook his head, like he was in a trance.

“Um, yeah.” He said, tucking his hands in his coat pockets. It wasn’t even cold outside. Yet he still wore that damn jacket. You stuck your hand out, telling him your name and his eyes widened before he reluctantly cupped your hand. His hands were large and rough, and they were bruised with red and purple slightly bleeding. You stopped shaking his hand, to grip it and bring it to your eyes.

“What happened to your hand?” He pulled his hand away fast, hiding it in his coat again. He got flustered, shaking his head.

“Work.” He replied shortly, and you hummed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Laura’s a great kid.” You said, motioning with your head inside the apartment to where Laura was fast asleep. He nodded, trying to hide a smile.

“Yeah. I know.”

“I can wake her if you want-“

“No, no she needs the sleep. I’ll just grab her.” You led Logan inside, and he carried Laura bridal style until you guys were outside Lee’s apartment again.

“I can open your door if you want.” You said, smiling invitingly at him. He stood there for a second before he nodded telling you that his keys were in his coat pocket. You moved closer to him, grabbing his keys, close enough to smell him. He smelled like leather and cedar wood, and you fought the urge to get closer. His head was turned the other way, away from you and you took the keys from his pocket following him to his apartment. You opened his door before letting Logan enter first, to go lay Laura down.

You stood outside for a moment, looking at the dark apartment through the open door, before you muttered fuck it walking inside. You set the keys on the kitchen counter, observing the layout. There were no lights on, and it was extremely cold. There wasn’t any decor from what you could see through the darkness, on furniture and utensils. It was also very clean, the opposite of Lee’s apartment. It looked like Logan didn’t have much to clean. Logan’s boots sounded and he found you standing at the kitchen counter, a shocked look on his face.

“Oh uh- sorry I just-“ You started to say, before Logan stopped you putting his hands up.

“No, it’s alright.” It was silent for a few seconds before Logan moved to turn the light on in the kitchen. It looks like you were taking up his offer after all.

“You can uh sit down if you want.” He pointed towards his brown leather couch in the center of the apartment and you closed his apartment door, before sitting down with a loud plop. He slowly sat down next to you, on the opposite end of the couch. It was awkwardly quiet again before you spoke.

“Is she your daughter?” You asked, turning your body towards him. He was silent for a moment and you were scared that you overstepped.

“No.” Was all he said and it was quiet once again. You nodded, getting that it was a sensitive topic.

“If you’re wondering, Laura asked me to come with them, for some reason.” You said, laughing quietly.

“Yeah, I noticed she’s been stalking you.” He said, turning to look at you for the first time. He looked away from you quickly, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry about what I said to you. The first night I met you- that was-“ You furrowed your eyebrows shaking your head.

“No, it didn’t bother me. I’m here now anyway.” You awkwardly laughed not realizing the meaning behind your words. Fuck. That’s not what you meant to say. You got slightly embarrassed, your cheeks feeling hot. He just kind of stared at you, swallowing roughly.

“It’s late um-“ You stood and he stood with you.

“Yeah.”

“Good night,” You paused to look at him. “Logan.”

The next morning was even more awkward. You left your apartment, to run to errands to find Logan leaving his apartment at the exact same time. You both stared at each other, before you said a quiet hello before trodding down the stairs.

The next two months consisted of both of you bumping into each other, awkwardly saying hello, before trying to avoid each other. It was kind of hard, you both arrived and left at the same time. You had day shifts and he always seemed to be leaving when you would arrive.

You were currently in Lee’s apartment, and she was eating a bowl of cheese puffs with chopsticks. You were sitting on her couch, chowing down on potato chips, watching her skeptically.

“And tell me why you’re eating with chopsticks?”

“My grandmother gave these to me!”

“And you’re using them for… Cheetos?”

“Yes.” She replied, before stuffing another cheese puff into her mouth.

“So what are you wearing to my Halloween party?” Lee asked, wiggling her eyebrows. You fought the urge to laugh at her, watching her mouth slowly become covered in orange dust.

“I’m not going.” You said, hugging your knees to your chest and setting the bag of chips down. Lee looked at you with a mouth open full of Cheetos.

“What?!” She yelled at you, throwing the chopsticks on the table near the couch.

“I don’t know. I’m not a partier-“

“There isn’t going to be that many people. Just like my band, the people in this complex, others-“

“That sounds like a lot. Besides, I haven't gone out since the divorce.”

“Exactly. That gives you all the reasons to go.” She was right of course. You hadn’t dressed up in months. You hadn’t felt confident since your ex-husband gave you those papers to file for a divorce. You groaned, flopping your belly on the couch.

“Fine. I’ll go. But, I’m not saying for long.” You said and her smile soon fell.

“Sure…what if I told you I could convince Logan to come?” She said, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“What about him?” You were acting like you didn’t know what she was talking about. You had been avoiding Logan for about two months after your awkward encounter. You told Lee about it and she told you he was always giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes. You laughed it off, but you kind of hoped he was.

“If I tell him you’re going he’ll definitely go.” You shook your head.

“I doubt it. He’s very…introverted and quiet.” You noticed how much he liked to be by himself. You wondered if it was by choice or not. He did have Laura, and that might’ve been all he needed.

“He’s lonely. A lonely old man who needs a release.” She said, sighing and sitting next to you again. Whenever she got excited about something she opted to stand when talking to you.

“So, you know my sister right? Complete opposite of me?” Lee had told you about her twin sister, Kim, and how she was a fashion designer. “Well, I sort of kind of told her to make you a costume.”

“A costume? I’m not twelve.” You said, slightly grumbling.

“But, that’s the fun!”

“Well, what costume is it?” Lee looked like she was holding her breath before she told you.

“A sexy devil.”

“Lee…”

“Come on! It'll be fun! I’m going to be Marilyn Manson-”

“Marilyn Manson? Really?”

“I already told Kim you'd wear it.”

“Lee!” You pushed her lightly, and she laughed as she fell on the couch.

The next thing you knew, it was the night of Lee’s infamous Halloween party. You were uncomfortably adjusting the latex suit Lee had given you. You had no idea just how slutty this costume was. It was incredibly tight in all the right places and was low-cut leaving no one any room for imagination. You accompanied it with black heels and two red devil horns on your head. God, what were you thinking?

Lee gasped, a loud squeal leaving her lips as she opened the door to find you standing there, playing with the top part of your outfit. She was wearing white face paint and black eyeliner to look like Marilyn Manson but she ended up looking like a Kiss member with her layered straight black hair and alternative outfit.

“Is this too much?” You asked, still adjusting. Lee pulled your hands away, her jaw at the floor.

“Damn mama! I see you! It's Halloween! Nothing is too much.” She said, pulling you into the apartment that was blasting music already. There were a few people present, not many faces you recognized except some people from downstairs. Lee quickly pulled you into the kitchen, and handed you a red solo cup with some sort of neon green liquid. You both leaned against the counter-top.

“Okay, so I did some convincing and I’m most certain Logan will be here tonight. Probably to steal a beer and leave but, that's better than nothing. Mrs. Baker downstairs is taking the kid trick-or-treating.” You still didn't understand why Lee always told you about Logan’s whereabouts. It’s not like you cared. You somewhat cared. You always found yourself looking back at his apartment every time you left or entered your own apartment. He was only across the hall. One door away. You nodded, trying to seem nonchalant about it, as you took a sip out of the drink in your hand and quickly started to cough.

“What the fuck is in here?” You asked, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Tequila, tequila and more tequila. And a drop of green food coloring.” You laughed lightly, before setting the cup back on the counter.

“Yeah, I'll pass.”

Soon enough, the apartment was filled with about 30 or so people. Not a lot, but there were a ton of people in Lee’s small apartment. You had been sitting on her couch for the past hour watching people come and go. You were bored out of your mind. You didn't know anybody besides Lee, and she was busy mingling with her guests. You stood up from the couch, about to leave for the door, when a certain neighbor entered the party.

Logan didn’t see you at first as he scanned the partygoers. He kept his head low as he entered, probably not wanting to draw any attention to himself. You watched as he made a bee-line for the kitchen and you followed him into the empty room. You found him tucked below the fridge as you entered, probably looking for a beer. You spoke up as he was moving things around, still searching.

“The beer’s in the cooler over there.” He jumped up, hitting his head on the top of the fridge as he turned around to find you standing there. He said nothing as he stared at you, his eyes moving up and down your figure in that costume. He swallowed loudly, before he looked around to find the cooler, pulling a beer can out of it and cracking it open. He took a long sip, his eyes falling upon you again. You were still standing there staring at him. He wasn't wearing a jacket but a regular t-shirt and you realized this was the first time you had ever seen his arms. And you couldn't stop staring at them as he took swigs from his can of beer.

You quickly decided to distract yourself by grabbing a red solo cup and filling it with whatever god awful concoction Lee had made. You took a sip before you moved to stand on the same side as Logan, hopping on top of the counter to sit. It was quiet again between the two of you, even though Logan had not spoken a word yet, and the only sound was the drowned out music in the background. You both were fairly close to each other, about as thigh’s width apart. He was leaning his back against the counter while you were sitting upon it. You turned towards him, hiding your smile below your cup as you took a sip.

“So, what's your costume?” You asked, as he stiffened slightly, taking another long sip from his beer before slamming it on the counter and grabbing another one from the cooler.

“The Wolverine.” He said, cracking open the can and you swore you saw him smirk a bit before taking a sip. You snorted, taking a gulp from your own drink.

“Can you guess what I am?” You asked, tilting your head to the side, gesturing with your hands at your costume. His head turned to look at you, scanning your frame and the way it sat atop the counter.

“Yourself?” He asked, turning his head away from you and hiding his smile beneath his beer can. His hands were gripping the beer can and you couldn't help but stare at them. They were large and thick, almost encompassing the can whole beneath his grip. You shook the thoughts away.

“Funny!” You said, narrowing your eyes. You both sat in comfortable silence, sipping on your drinks when you turned to him again, your body facing his. “What made you come?” You asked innocently. He took another long gulp from his beer before answering.

“Lee begged me to come. I wasn’t going to take the kid out trick-or-treating just because well… I just never have. Mrs…” He paused as if to remember her name.

“Baker?”

“Yeah her… she asked to take her this year because her grandchildren weren’t coming.” He took another sip from his beer before setting it on the counter.

“What made you come?” He asked, turning his head to look at you.

“Lee insisted.” You said, laughing as Logan shook his head. Just then, as if you summoned her, Lee barged into the kitchen, laughing as she did. You and Logan both jumped, turning to look at her quickly. She stopped laughing as soon as she saw you both.

“I knew it!” She screamed, running back out into the party. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning back to Logan to see him grabbing a third beer from the cooler. You downed the last bit of your drink, before hopping off the counter and Logan looked up at you, his eyebrows raised.

“I’ll uh- see you around?” You said, leaning against the counter.

“You leavin’?” He asked, setting the unopened can of beer on the counter, his hand next to it as he leaned. You didn’t realize how close he was until you could feel his breath on your neck. He was staring at the uncovered spot on your neck, as he spoke to you.

“Yeah- I have work tomorrow and-“

“So?” Why was he so adamant? You tilted your head, smirking at him.

“Do you want me to stay?” Say it. You wanted him to say it so bad. You wanted him to tell you to stay, to go back to his apartment. But he didn’t. He just shook his head, moving away from you and a frown made its way on your face. You sighed, slightly annoyed.

“Tell Laura happy Halloween.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest and leaving the kitchen, leaving Logan alone with his beer. You didn’t even look at him before you left. Why was he always making insinuations but never acting on them?

The next few weeks you had been ignoring him whenever he looked to you across the hallway. He looked hurt, but you didn’t care. You were so annoyed. But you didn’t know why.

Your boss had recently put you behind the bar, assigning you to later shifts. And one particular night, the neighbor across the hall was now at a stool in front of you. You were pouring a bourbon for a regular across the bar, you looked up for a second meeting the eyes of Logan who was watching you intensely. Your mouth fell open and you jumped slightly not expecting to see him at all.

“I didn’t know you worked here.” That was a complete lie. Logan had actually known for weeks that you worked here. You ignored him, walking across the bar to hand your customer their drink. You hastily returned to Logan, a beer in your hand. You set it in front of him and his eyebrows went up, taking the bottle into his hands. He was about to say something else when another customer to your left rang out.

“Hey, sweetheart! Another one?” The man jiggled his empty beer bottle in the air and your face visibly dropped, your shoulders stiffening. Logan noticed, perking up to look at the man across the bar. You clenched your jaw, forcing a sweet polite smile on your face as you turned to the drunken man.

“Sure thing.” You muttered, keeping your voice steady but Logan’s gaze lingered on you as you moved around to grab another beer. Logan took a long swig from his drink, before setting it on the counter still staring at the oblivious man across the bar. When you gave the man his beer, he winked at you making your skin crawl. Logan’s hand tightened around the empty beer bottle when you turned around oblivious to the man very obviously staring at your ass.

“What the fuck you looking at pal?” The man snarled at Logan and Logan growled deeply.

“Mind your business, bub.” He said grimly, and the man at the bar stood abruptly. Logan was staring straight on at the man his hand clenched tightly around the neck of the bottle until-

Crack!

The bottle split open, falling into Logan’s palm and onto the counter of the bar. Glass was all over his hands and he was slightly bleeding. Your mouth fell open, and you rushed to grab a rag from underneath the bar. You appeared back in front of Logan as he looked up at you. You sighed loudly, grabbing his hand and wrapping the white cloth around his wounds.

“What the fuck?” You muttered quietly, still holding his hand. He didn’t shy away from you or move away. He just swallowed harshly as you held his bleeding palm. “How did you do that?” You let go of his hand sighing, and walking around the bar to meet Logan. You turned to face the kitchen as you stood next to Logan.

“I’m taking my break now!” You shouted, cupping your hands over your mouth and grabbing Logan by the hand out the back door towards an alleyway. Logan didn’t even have time to react before you were harshly pulling him by his uninjured hand towards the back door. You exited the door slamming it shut before shoving Logan down on a crate.

“What the fuck, Logan?” Logan was confused why you were upset, and you anxiously paced in front of him digging your fingers through your hair.

“You’re mad at me?”

“Yes! Why the fuck are you here?” Logan didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know why he was there. He was there for a drink, that was it. At least that’s what he told himself. He found out weeks ago where you worked. He hadn’t worked up the courage to see you. Until now.

“I…” You scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping you.

“See you never seem to have an answer do you?”

“An answer for what exactly?”

You stopped pacing, narrowing your eyes at him. The tension was thick, thicker than the cold November breeze that rang through the tight alleyway. You tried to keep your emotions in check. You tried so hard. But you couldn’t. It was hard when you were so angry. So mad. And for what? Because Logan had been avoiding you? Because you did the same? Truly what were you mad about? A second later your voice betrayed you, as if it had a mind of its own.

“Do you not get it?”

Logan froze. Logan looked down at his hands, softly raising the hand that you had put a rag on, blood softly soaking through. The hand you had touched so delicately. So softly that he wanted you to touch it again. Touch him again.

“Why did you get so angry back there?”

Logan looked up at you, flexing his hands into a tight fist, his biceps pulsing through his flannel.

“I don’t like seeing women getting disrespected-“

“No, Logan. What really made you angry?”

Logan’s eyebrows furrowed as you kneeled, getting on his level in front of him as he sat on the crate. You set your hands in your lap, peering up at him questionably. Awaiting an answer. A part of you knew exactly why he was so angry. You just wanted him to say it out loud. You needed him to say it out loud.

“I was…” He stopped talking as you tilted your head, shaking it tightly, disapproving of his trailed off sentence. You rose, now sitting up on your knees gazing at Logan. You moved closer to him, now right in front of his face.

“What made you so mad? Was it that another man wanted to touch me? Look at my ass? Another man wanted me? Is that it, Logan?” You purred, and Logan growled at the thought. It made him furious. You smiled, clicking your tongue. “I see…”

“No man should be touching you…”

“But…?” You trailed off, waiting for him to finish. You moved closer to his face, your breath panning over his cheek and Logan shuddered the closer you moved towards him. Logan didn’t know why he wanted to be closer to you. To feel you. You were so close. So close that he could feel your steady breathing, he could feel the heat as it radiated from your body, he could smell the perfume you wore every single day. The perfume that had haunted him for months. The perfume he chased in the halls, waiting to smell it. He wanted to smell that smell forever. He swallowed roughly, inching towards you.

“But…”

The back door slammed open, and your boss appeared calling your name.

“Your break’s over! Stop fucking the drunk-“ You stood quickly, awkwardly standing next to Logan who looked slightly embarrassed as he looked the opposite way from your boss.

“He cut his hand. I was just-“

“I don’t give a fuck. Come do your job.” Your boss slammed the door shut, and you sighed walking towards it. You started to open it, but paused to look back at Logan. You gave him a small smile, which he didn’t return.

“I’ll see you.” And you pulled the door shut behind you, entering the bar as Logan sat on that crate only thinking of his neighbor across the hall.

a/n: lmk if you guys enjoyed this and if i should write more (possibly smut). itll be a two parter, maybe three im not too sure! i love hearing feedback so please let me know! :) i love the soft side of logan and especially showing that soft side of him because of laura.

cross-posted on ao3:

[bwabys-scenarios]

Kite hcs PLEASSEE i saw ur post abt him, the anon was right theres NOTHING on this man, if im lucky i can find a decent fic😔 ANYWAYS THANK U SMM

Kite SFW/NSFW HCs

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: oral(female and male receiving), creampie, fingering, fem!reader

!!REQUESTS OPEN!!

SFW

-this man is so affectionate behind closed doors. he loves to hold you, give you tender kisses

-he has very long hair, and lets you do anything you want with it! he will 100% wear little pink hair bows to work if you put them there!

-he’s such a softy. can’t be mad at you or upset for more than a second. you’re just so cute, he’ll just pay your head and say how spoiled you are

-he enjoys taking you out for nice, quiet dinners where he gets to see you all dressed up

-kite prefers giving you more sentimental, hand made gifts! like photo albums of your time together, baked goods, or cards he cut out himself

-he has a hard time relaxing when he’s away from guy for long periods of time. he doesn’t want to involve you with his work, but tries to be with you as much as possible

-he’s very patient, and it takes him nearly two years to confess his feelings to you. he knew he was in love when he watched you save an animal, despite the fact it was trying to kill you. he smacked you over the head after, but was touched by your kindness. that didn’t stop him from scolding you for putting yourself in danger lol

-he actually dislikes receiving gifts! he’d much rather just bask in your presence and get extra kisses than receive a material object

-he’s really bad at cooking, but a decent baker! he likes to make you lots of different sweets when you’re sad to cheer you up! he’s pretty good at baking bread as well~

-he can get pretty jealous. he’s a bit insecure, feeling like he doesn’t give you enough attention due to his job, so when he sees you hanging out with other men he feels… possessive. he won’t do anything, but will be a bit cranky. this can be solved by cupping his cheeks and reassuring him how much you love him!

-would love to get married and settle down in the near future. he sees a future with you, and wants to slip a ring on your pretty little finger as soon as he deals with that chimera ant situation…

-he will let you use any pet names with him, no matter how cheesy, he finds it absolutely adorable

NSFW

-he’s very much focused on your pleasure, making you cum on his tongue and fingers several times before he even THINKS about fucking you

-soft dom…

-he’s an ass guy, though feeling your thighs squishing his cheeks while he eats you out is also quite nice…

-likes to cum inside mostly, not for any particular reason, you just feel nice and warm and he’d prefer staying inside you as long as possible!

-he loves fingering you, curling them inside your cunt and feeling your walls tighten around them… makes him hard

-sex with Kite is slow, sensual, and sweet. he holds you hand, gives you lots of kisses and praise, and will do anything to make you feel good, comfortable, and loved

-he does have a thing for overstimulating you… seeing you cry and whine as he rubs at your puffy clit turns him on to no end. you’re really cute 🥰

-he’s pretty quite during sex, only speaking when praising you, or telling you how good you’re making him feel. otherwise it’s quite grunts, and soft moans

-you give him a blowjob and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him look so flustered. he’s swallowing thickly, looking down at you with half lidded eyes as the prettiest pink blush takes over his cheeks…

-“fuck, sweetheart, that feels really good…”

-he prefers calling you pet names like sweetheart, love, dear, and darling(used occasionally)

[belladonazeppole]

Why nobody talking of the incredible potential of Drag!Husk?

One day Angel could just be bothering in wanting do his make-up and Husk like grumpy softie that he is just say yes. When Angel is doing his make-up Husk just drops out of nowhere that he did a bit of cross-dressing when he was alive in the 20's and 30's for money for his travels.

Angel was shock.

But also an idea came.

Angel: Wanna try again?

Husk: It was fun but I think I'm too old for that scene, don't you think?

Angel: You're never too old for the fun, Husky~

Husk: I don't kno—

Angel: Imagine all the free drinks you would get!

Husk: Deal!

Angel never put so much effort in dressing somebody, not even in himself, like he did with Husk. He had to make sure that everybody would look as his friend!!

And oh boy, he succed, in different ways.

Alastor? While not his taste he could see how be so dress-up change his dear Husker a lot. His 'old friend' had some of his old spark once again, as charming like the day he meet him it was honestly refreshing, he was so used to his cranky self that he forgot how swell it was before their deal.

Besides he was still using his color, his dear Husker still was making clear that he was is owner even in his silly disguise.

Lucifer? The man fell, literally, when he saw Husk. He tried to give him compliments in his onw awnkard way, Husk was flatter since he knew it was genuine, he tease him about how honor she felt that an the king considerer her attractive that he made her feel young.

Lucifer is just sold for the charm, would also gift Husk clothes that he either bought (with help of Ozzie) or he make which I believe is more cute. He may also made some suggestions that he would like to have some date with Husk in drag (only if he wants of course!)

Vox? Saw him one night that Angel and Husk went out, that man fall at first but was unable to talk to him since Angel notice him and they made a run for it.

Is the only one that doesn't make the connection that is Husk in drag.

Later he saw him with Alastor and got extremaly jealous since "why is she with Alastor?" "They're a thing?" "I'm waaay better than him, the fuck?!" He also had to do this behind the back of Valentino since the pimp could get possesive of him or wanted to make her work for him which a big no for Vox.

Velvet either doesn't care or gives him advice since it good that he isn't thinking of Alastor 24/7.

Angel? He honestly is just vibing with Husk, having fun.

Also what could be a good drag name for Husk?

I have some suggestion!

Lady Luck.

Miss Deal.

Madame Fate.

Miss Deuce.

Mommy Luck (this one was Angel suggestion)

[sm64mario]

do you think there's secretly good in bowser or wario or dk?

Donkey Kong? Definitely! He'a can be a bit'a brutish and'a quick to anger, but he'a great person through and through! Cranky Kong'a little more questionable, but I'a actually think he'a mellowed out with age.

Wario... Maybe! I'a think deep down, he'a got a good heart. He'a just not so good at'a showing affection! I'a might have something to do with that - I'a wasn't the fairiest friend towards'a him when we'a were little paisanos. The guy'a might be greedy, but he'a constantly putting his money to'a games or'a projects, or'a even things like'a infastructure! I'a hear he'a working on a dam by a mountain that'a supposed to generate power for a whole village!

Bowser? Psssshhhhh. He'a big softy. He'a act all big and tough, but I'a know the truth - he'a great boss! He pays his minions proper wages, give'a them time off, and even has dental! He'a constantly playing Parties and'a Kartings and'a Sports with us, and - and I'a not supposed to know about this yet, but between you and me? - I think having a kid softened him up. It'sa good!

[whinlatter]

beasts | from the postbag 🦉

it is a source of great delight, great gratitude and great guilt that i have an inbox full of juicy questions i haven't answered. reckon it's about time i got around to answering some of them! this is a bumper post with lots to answer and plenty to rummage around in, so if you have sent me a question i hope you will find it answered in here! (if i haven't replied, please know that i have treasured/been tickled by every one and will never not be pleased as punch that people reach out to say hi and chat about stuff i put out into the world). alright. to business!

it’s a fair question anon, and the answer is at least partly as you suggest: neville and seamus are loyal to ginny (dean, ofc, wasn’t there). in c.12 harry talks about having spoken with neville about it, and though he tells ginny about it, he also reassures her neville didn’t spill her secrets - harry doesn’t like people talking about him behind his back, and he’s right to assume ginny wouldn’t either. (i mean, i also think waiting for someone to be ready to talk about something is a basic mark of respect for a loved one - and learning to be patient and not demanding information from people is a skill a certain mr potter could do with learning). but, as i hope c.14 gestured towards and as the flashback chapters will unpack, ginny also had a very specific war that was particular to her and who she was vis-à-vis harry and the order. neville and (to a lesser extent) seamus know some of it, but they don’t know the whole picture. hope this helps!

i live to gag! (thank u anon!) 

i played with writing ginny having different emotional reactions in the final scene of c.14, but in the end decided i liked having her quiet, resigned to it, like she knew this was coming (they’ll all know soon, as she tells herself throughout this chapter). for someone who is often kicking off and raging at people bearing bad news, it’s a lot of fun to write ginny as someone with the wind knocked out from her every now and then. 

i won’t spoil this one, anon, but i will say that i think ginny understands harry, his good intentions, and the reasons for his blindspots. they’ve got chats to have for sure. but will she be throwing hands imminently? i would not bet on it. 

it was little women! the same book hermione's reading in chapter 3. the granger girlies love a classic. they prefer the winona ryder adaptation but hermione takes the family to see the greta gerwig version and bawls and ron has to mop her up in the richmond everyman cinema.

to these lovely anons and the others i am keeping close to my chest - i am reaching into the screen and tenderly stroking your rosy little cheek. thank you for waiting for next bits of my fic !!!

on harry's characterisation - harry is a cranky crabby little grouch with a temper and a good sulk in him. he also is not beating the softie/sentimental allegations and will always be a sweetpea when it comes to those with good vibes and freckles in spades. and we should not forget it!

anon, i don’t know what you’re like as a host, but if two horny teenage houseguests decided to use my hut for a spot of snogging and heavy petting i’d be putting my foot down and setting the skrewts on them.

more seriously - there are lots of reasons, and most are boring. some are just ‘plot’. these are two characters who are not just physically removed from one another, but having to clock their emotional distance from each other, or at least the distance in their experiences of war and how that has changed them. having them physically distant and trying to find their way back to each other through new ways of communicating is a part of this story. it would be a much much more boring story if harry and ginny could see each other every week. i love a hinny hangout as much as the next person. but the story wouldn’t work if they had endless access to each other. and this is where the other reasons come into play - story conventions, or the rules put in place by canon, where characters beyond hogwarts very rarely set foot on hogwarts’ grounds without serious reason, and the school behaves pretty much like every other english boarding school, which is strictly controlling visitor time and not just letting people rock up and hang out with the students whenever they feel like it. 

you best believe michael A&R corner will be handing out the ravenclaw lads’ mixtapes outside the courtroom, anon!

this is definitely an agree-to-disagree on this one, anon. i think, if there were no post-war justice, no trials, no public reckoning, no need to immediate need to clear snape’s name, then maybe. but i think harry would get one whiff of death eaters trying to blame their crimes on old sev and say, not on my watch. he’s literally the only person who can clear snape’s name posthumously. do i think he felt weird about it all? absolutely. but i think he would do as he does in ootp re clearing his own name and make it his business to get the truth out. i don't know if you've noticed but that young man is really rather righteous. he also couldn't wait to tell voldemort snape was actually a goodie. he was chomping at the bit, he was salivating. he had the goss and he could not wait to spread it. he's just like me fr!

thank you sm anon! i have talked a little bit about my view of hermione and ginny's relationship here (forgive the link to an old thing, i am terrible for repeating myself), but i think their relationship as you see it in beasts is my way of trying to write the middle ground between the two views of their friendship often doing the rounds in fandom - eg. they're absolute soulmate besties who totally get each other all the time vs they're basically not friends at all. i am just a bit of a sucker for hard won female friendships earned by girls growing up and getting a grip. now - if harry and ginny had an argument, i imagine ginny would be right, and hermione is always on the sign of reason. but even if ginny wasn't right, i reckon hermione would have a quiet word with her about it, but still make sure she told harry off to, just because it's good to never let the men in your life know peace.

i yelped! you dreamed of my fic! that's bonkers and brilliant in equal measure. look if chapter 15 gets revealed to you in a dream and it's better than in the google doc i'll be soooo fuckin pissed.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi and Could you do still do Pokemon Request? (Male) Empoleon with a (Fem) Quaquaval S/o?

The Empoleon has trainer since he was a Piplup and has a spoiled brat but mature & smart leader and Quaquaval is wild and she's adopted/raised by a group of Swannas & duckletts since young and the leader of Swanna is the brother of Quaquaval & his a protective to the group and Quaquaval

I’m going to try my best with this!

-It never bothered you, at least until you evolved, that you were so much taller than your family, the Swanna and Ducklett that had adopted you all those years ago.

-When you first evolved you felt so self-conscious, being so tall, but your family still loved you, including your brother, a Swanna, who was the leader of your flock- your family. You felt like you stood out too much, but you soon learned that your height had it’s perks as you were able to keep watch, being much like your brother and keeping your family safe.

-As time went on your self-consciousness faded as you knew that this was a gift, one that you were happy to share in tending to your family.

-Your family lived in a Pokemon conservation area, where it was illegal to capture the wild Pokemon that lived there, but most who visited were people like photographers and researchers.

-You had been lounging on a large rock, enjoying the warm sunshine when you heard a human call out, “Look Empoleon- so many Swanna and Ducklett!” you sat up a bit, seeing an older human, holding what looked to be painting supplies, but beside him was a rather cranky looking Empoleon, like he didn’t want to be here.

-Your brother had seen you moved and followed your gaze, seeing the human and the penguin Pokemon, but they weren’t doing anything bad, as the human set up a blanket for the Empoleon to sit on before setting up his easel to paint.

-You heard the younger Ducklett calling out, wanting to go see this human, wanting to know what he was doing and went over, calling out to the human who just smiled, taking pictures, thinking they were cute.

-When the Empoleon called out, yelling at them, telling them to get lost, they were quickly crying, running for cover.

-Your brother went to move but you were faster, quickly on your feat and you leapt up, landing between the Ducklett and the Empoleon as the two outsiders looked surprised by your sudden appearance as you glared down at the Empoleon, “Don’t be rude to kids!”

-The Ducklett all called out, rushing to you as you turned, kneeling down, soothing them as your brother was quick to approach, checking on the babies.

-The trainer turned to his Empoleon with a smile on his face and humor in his tone, “Looks like they came to the rescue of the little ones. You’ve gotta be nicer.”

-The Empoleon turned, scoffing, muttering that weaklings like you all weren’t worth his time. You turned, standing up to your full height, coming over, “What was that, short stuff?” He turned, looking at you and his eyes twitched, realizing he was indeed shorter than you, much to his annoyance.

-The trainer pulled out his Pokedex, which told him about you, “Quaquaval- what an interesting name, but it’s so elegant- so beautiful!” Empoleon rolled his eyes at his artistic trainer, seeing him getting the spark in his eyes as he got to work.

-Empoleon tried to shoo you away, “You’re not worth my time either- off the blanket you ruffian.” You smirked down at him, “Sure thing- you pampered softy.” He turned to you in shock, hearing you bite back as your brother ushered the children back into the water, sensing an incoming fight.

-The two of you were quickly arguing, Empoleon trying to chest up, saying he was way stronger than you were, and his trainer was panicking, seeing the incoming fight and he ran to grab his partner, but he tripped and sent Empoleon into you, knocking the both of you down.

-You cried out as you went down hard, with Empoleon landing between your legs, his head landing on the plumage around your chest over your heart, shouting out in anger at being knocked down. However, when he looked at you he instantly froze, seeing the position you two were in and seeing your face bright red as you called out like a pure maiden, easily kicking him off with a powerful kick before you ran for the water to your brother.

-Empoleon was conflicted, you had a rude mouth and attitude, but seeing you react so femininely- so cutely, he was confused at the feeling in his chest as his trainer helped him up.

-The trainer had seen what he had caused, seeing you rush off so suddenly, apologizing to his partner who was pouting lightly before he came to the water, seeing you hiding a bit, “Sorry about that Quaquaval!”

-You were surprised, as was your brother, seeing the human being so caring, before he returned to the blanket and started to paint while you clung to your brother, who was making sure that you were okay, other than just embarrassed.

-It was strange, you felt an odd connection to this rude Empoleon, you’re not sure why, as he had done nothing but irritate you since he first arrived. Your brother told you how Swanna mated for life, but you weren’t a Swanna, but Empoleon wasn’t one either, but your brother could see the look on your face, realizing that you had a connection with this penguin Pokemon.

-Your brother told you that sometimes there would be partings in life, and perhaps this was the time that you would part from your family. You didn’t like this idea, but your brother hugged you with his long neck, “You will always be my sister, no matter what- no matter how far apart we are. And you know where you can find us.”

-You said your goodbyes to your family, making the decision and you approached the trainer as he was packing up, making him look up with a smile, “There you are! Are you okay?”

-You reached out, your hands grabbing onto his hand, surprising him as you called out softly and he seemed surprised, realizing what you were saying, before you turned to the Empoleon, “Hey prissy-pants- I’m coming with you!”

-Empoleon was shocked, you could see it in his face, but he turned, trying to hide the fact he was happy, “Great- another loudmouth I have to look after!”

-Once off the reserve, as you went on your own accord, he captured you, but you quickly popped back out, to walk beside your new trainer, cuddling up to him, being overly affectionate which surprised him, but Empoleon was jealous, not wanting you to muscle in on his turf as that was ‘his’ trainer.

-He yelled at you, telling you to back off and you turned, coming over to cup his cheeks, teasing him again, “Don’t worry- I have plenty of love to go around~~” your trainer laughed as Empoleon chased you, having a hard time to keep up as you had longer legs- knowing that you were going to be a good fit with him and Empoleon.

[sttoru]

you think toji is the type to enjoy resting his entire body weight on top of you? i think he's a big softie... like cranky but soft in his own way

YES DEFINITELY YES MHM !! first time he does it is when he gets home after a rough mission. toji sees you peacefully laying on your back on the bed, your phone in hand and he doesn’t let the opportunity pass: instantly goes over to the bed and climbs on it before resting his entire body on yours. obviously you let out a pained groan because of his weight practically crushing your bones, but you don’t complain since it’s also v rare that toji initiates such stuff.

plus whenever he just (quite literally) plops his entire body down on you, it’s always a sign of vulnerability of some kind — like he needs comfort but doesn’t really wanna say it directly. maybe bcs he might feel weak if he does. so yea. . . toji’s rlly the type to let his actions do the talking :’)

talk to me!

[leaentries]

jack hughes x chubby!reader headcanons

a/n- this has been a long time coming. also i want to apologize i’ve been kinda MIA recently, i’ve just been super busy with life!

SFW & NSFW under the cut!

SFW

i’ve discussed this briefly, but i think jack found his love for the chub on accident.

like he never thought he’d be into it, until next thing he knows, he can’t get enough of your rolls and curves

thinks they are so warm and squishy

loves to nestle and bury his face in your plushy tummy cause it’s just so so soft and comfy. definitely the type to lay all his weight on you and take a nap for hours.

you are his favorite place to sleep, so get used to it. he will actually just fall asleep on you everywhere, and i mean everywhere.

he loves your boobs. and everything about them.

how squishy and warm they are, how even though they don’t fit right or look perfect in everything you wear they still somehow manage to poke out a bit. he is super into the way they spill out slightly near the crease of your arm and shoulders. he’s so weak for your tits, bro.

sometimes if you are wearing a low-cut shirt or tank top and your boobs are showing he will literally just poke them

same goes for the cute rolls on your sides. dude loooooves them side rolls. he loves to grab, poke, squeeze, squish, bite, you name it.

his favorite thing is to sneak up behind you and grab your sides and tickle you, what an asshole.

being able to do little domestic things with you has his heart doing flips. like being able to buy groceries with you, cooking you dinner (when he tries), cleaning the apartment, he loves it all

he especially loves being able to wake up with you in the morning. the way your body keeps him warm. he’ll grab your round hips and pull you into his frame as far as you can possibly be. the type of guy to want to crawl into your skin, yk?

he’s just such a softie cuddly love bug when it comes to you. he can go from 😠 to 🥺😍 in a matter of seconds when you walk into the room

although we ALL know that he isn’t just a softie. baby boy knows how to fight. aho can attest to that firsthand.

i dare anyone to say anything bad about you in front of him, he’s immediately jumping to defend you. let someone say something to him on the ice? he’s dropping the gloves and helmet immediately.

his mood depends on your mood. if you’re not happy, he’s not happy. if you’re cranky, he’s cranky. he will do anything to see you happy and see your cute chubby cheeks light up with that gorgeous smile he lives for.

NSFW

as i’ve already established, he loves your tits.

so it’s only natural that he’s very big into playing with your boobs during any kind of sexual act.

BOOB JOBS. he will lose it in 30 secs. ngl he used to get embarrassed about how quickly your boobs could make him cum, until he realized the power trip it gave you and how good you felt that you could do that to him with just your tits.

but don’t worry, just the sight of your heavy breasts covered in his release is enough to get him hard again.

his favorite position is cowgirl. i know, i know, cliche. BUT he gets to feel all your weight on top of him AND see your tits bounce in his face. dude is in heaven.

he loves to hold your hips in place and fuck up into you 😋 he’s just so silly like that

#1 goal is to get you so fucked out to the point where you can’t hold yourself up anymore and collapse into him cause he just loves the feeling of your soft rolls against his stomach and chest.

hickeys, hickeys, and more hickeys. wants to cover you in head to toe with them. disclaimer- you better invest in a good concealer

[nihildenial]

🐁what typically non-cute animal i think each papa would have🐀

tw bugs and rodents and lots of swearing (i am PASSIONATE)

primo: spiders

this old fart loves his garden and what helps his garden more than spiders. primo's cranky ass likes spiders bc they listen to his problems and carry the fuck on unlike his fratelli. bonus points if they make sick ass webs like the yellow garden spider below

secondo: pigeons

this pitbull-looking motherfucker is a giant softie who toured new york once and cried like a bitch bc primo wouldnt let him rescue a pigeon. he has a perch outside the abbey where his ass sends letters like he's from the 1800s bc he loves his birds and terzo can go fuck himself if he's going to call them flying chicken drumsticks again

terzo: tegu

yes i know. the slutty younger brother should have some sort of sensual, fluffy animal but i say NO. give that man a lizard. this shit right here is the black and white tailed tegu and it fucking looks like a goddamn metal singer but is a massive cutie patootie who loves snuggling their human. terzo feeds his chubby tegu like a baby and will not tolerate any slander against his giant lizard child

copia: rats (of course)

this wet-eyed bitch loves his rodents and makes little sweaters embroidered with all of their names. i fall into the trap of copia naming them after the different kinds of pasta bc he's a sad orphan and he stress ate pasta as child. his rats are the prettiest goddamn rodents you've ever seen and he WILL ask for their opinions on his outfits. they are more well-behaved than any child under the age of ten you've ever met bc copia has made sure they have fucking manners

papa nihil: u think that fucker can keep anything alive?

[slvtforyumi]

group chat boys while you’re on your period headcanons. <re upload>.

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some things have been changed or added considering my writing has changed a bit since i last wrote this.

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isaac-

he’s the biggest softie with you.

he’ll immediately recognise that something is wrong when you begin to act a little different.

has prepared himself for your eventual mood swings.

he makes sure to keep you on bed rest even if you insist that you’re fine.

he goes out of his way and will literally drop everything to go and get you something you need, craving something? he’s already going to the store, need a hug? he’s on his way.

he read somewhere online that having sex on your period can help reduce the pain of cramps.

so he takes that to his advantage a bit and uses it as an excuse to still be able to fuck you.

nick-

he is the biggest sweetheart ever.

stays in bed with you the majority of the time, just cuddles you and massages you wherever it hurts.

he stocks up on snacks and stuff you crave for times like this.

he puts up with all your mood swings, when your angry he stands and listens but then when you switch to crying, he’s immediately got his arms wrapped around you comforting you.

just like isaac he isn’t put off by the idea of having sex with you while period.

he just becomes wayyy more gentle with you than he normally would be.

tanner-

he’s not the best at knowing what to do while you’re on your period.

he doesn’t really know how to handle your mood swings so when you start to become a little cranky he’ll keep his distance from you.

he’s a little afraid he might upset you more than you already are.

but then again he always manages to cheer you up when you’re having your little moments.

he’s always holding you close to him in the day and at night he practically wraps himself around you like a teddy bear.

he wouldn’t be obliged to having sex with you he just wouldn’t be up for it all the time.

yumi-

he would honestly be hopeless at the start.

he would be panicking so much and would probably end up making you feel so much worse than you already were.

he’d then get around the idea of it and would calm himself down and realise that it’s not too big of a deal.

i’d you had asked him to go to the store for you to get some pads he’d respond with “fuck no dude i’m not going down the pussy pad isle”.

he’d fill up a hot water bottle for you and place it wherever it hurts.

and he’d still try and succeed at making you laugh but would also make you feel like strangling him half the time too.

he isn’t entirely put off the idea of having sex with you, he’d honestly just much prefer to finger you instead.

larry -

honestly he’d be a little underprepared when you first told him you had come on and wouldn’t exactly know what to do.

but after some intense google research he soon gets the hang of it.

would probably threaten to beat up your uterus for hurting you so much.

he would go out and buy you loads of snacks tho.

but would probably end up eating half of them on his way home to you.

in some sick way he kind of enjoys you being on your period, just because he likes being able to stay in bed with you all day, watching trash tv while watching junk food.

he would probably ask you to go down on him even if you feel like you’re going to die.

[millzy04]

Walden and my OC, Amaliea

(He's a cranky guy, but I like to think he's a secret softie)

Rainbow factory AU belongs to YourInternetMom on tik tok (formally belonged to Dodozoi, who is also on tik tok)

[4200nemobackup]

Soft.

Ask above: “omg I love this! Pls can you do sub Jimin oneshot? Anything just him being sensitive and softie. 👀”

Pairing: Jimin x reader

A/n: hey everyone! I’m back again. I got very very busy lately, and I was also a bit depressed. But now I’m way better, and happy to come back to you all!!!!

This ask was found under my post about Jungkook being a soft, domestic submissive. OP wanted me to make something about Jimin inspired by this, and I’m happy to do it!!! It’ll be very short, but I hope you all will enjoy it, as it is my return lol. (I don’t think it’s that good 😭)

Taglist: @jiminlostjams1995

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The morning after was always so peaceful, soothing almost.

After your passionate nights with Jimin, sleep followed the both of you quite fast, no matter if you were naked or halfway clothed. This morning was barely different, you and Jimin sticking to routine. He was snuggled up comfortably against your chest. His breath was a steady rhythm: rise slowly, fall even slower.

This time, you found yourself just woken up from slumber, watching your boyfriend sleep so nicely. He looked so adorable, his plump lips in a pout.

To get more comfortable, you shifted your body just a bit. Suddenly, you felt a stirring atop your chest, that stirring being Jimin starting to wake up too from your movements.

You were remorseful, feeling a bit sorry for waking him, but not that sorry after seeing how cute sleep actually made him look.

His signature pout matched his emotion, as he was apparently a bit cranky.

“Why’d you move?” He whined quietly. You couldn’t help but smile gently as you watched him rub his tired eyes.

“I’m sorry baby,” you said. You played with his hair, running your fingers through his bed head.

“Come, lay back down on me and you can go back to sleep.”

Jimin immediately adjusted himself, laying right back on top of his reserved space, your body. He nuzzled deeply into you, taking in your lovely scent. The man left tiny kisses on your chest, showing his admiration for you as his partner.

He pouted once more now, as if he wanted something.

“Play with my hair, please?” He cutely whined.

How could you have said no to him, your prettiest boy?

You began running your fingers through his hair again, watching his breathing return to its first form. He was so beautiful, pure in his essence. Jimin was your sweet boy, so evident.