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[guiltyasdave]

stop itttt these allergies are getting to me too!! 😭

our talks about mouse girlie have the most special place in my heart, i loved building this character with you 🥹

and i’m absolutely sobbing at your reactions to the parts that i hoped you’d like! these three and especially mouse girlie are soooo linked to our friendship for me and i’m so glad that you liked it 🥹 “critter lady” is top tier btw hahahahah

i love you babygirl <3

a mouse crisis christmas

pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x mutant! f!reader (x original female character)

word count: ~1.1k

summary: Before Christmas, you and Logan have an unexpected house guest.

warnings/tags: soooo much fluff, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, Logan's POV

a/n: a little christmas something from the logan x cat!reader universe! this is first and foremost a present that i wrote for @sizzlingcloudmentality because we came up with 'mouse girlie' together, i love you loads my sweet sweet friend. honestly idk if anyone else but our weird asses will even like this, but we thought kitten needed a friend, so here we are <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics who is a queen <3

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Something’s wrong when Logan opens the cabin’s front door, slipping off his shoes to not spread any melting snow on the wooden floors. Your own shoes are already placed on a towel, the tips still wet with the powdery coldness from outside. You rarely go outside when you don’t have to these days. Refusing even the smallest risk of getting your feet wet, your nose wrinkling at the mere suggestion. 

More alarmingly, there’s a scent in the air that he doesn’t recognize. Mixing with yours, a fragrance that he could pick out anywhere. He hears your voice, warm, quick words interlaced with laughter. The only reason he’s not already by your side, defending you against the intruder. 

He finds you in the kitchen, indeed not alone. There’s a woman, sitting on the counter, feet dangling below her. Almost drowning in one of the sweaters that you’ve knitted this winter. A new hobby, you had said. 

She’s the source of the scent, there’s no doubt in his mind. Small brownish tufts of hair frame her face, a small pointy nose and dark eyes that flick up at his footsteps. Her whole body appears to be vibrating, nervosity emanating from every pore. 

As he pieces her scent and her appearance together, the animal part of his brain provides an answer almost immediately— a mouse. 

Not dangerous at all, if he had to guess. But still, an intruder in his home. 

You step into his line of vision, and some of the tension eases from his body. It’s an involuntary reaction, one that only you can elicit from him. 

He blinks slowly, gaze trailing over your face. Foolishly, he had thought you two were the only ones with such animal-esque mutations. 

You’re wearing one of his flannels, and his fuzziest woolen socks. So your feet did get wet. 

“I found her in the barn!” you begin to explain, the warm touch of your hands finding his shoulders, soft pressure against his still raised hackles. Keeping yourself between his body and the strange woman’s. His smart girl. “She was all alone and it’s freezing out there.” 

“If you wanted a pet, you could have just told me.” An eyebrow’s arched, apprehensiveness coloring his expression. 

You scoff, slapping a hand against his chest, but your grin still sparkles on your face, like you’re in on a joke and he’s not. “She’s not a pet!” you complain, indignant. “Don’t be rude, baby.” 

The smaller woman is still perched on the wooden counter, wide-eyed, her head twitching back and forth between you both. 

You turn around to look at her, your expression so full of fondness that it almost, almost makes him smile. He reaches out instinctively, caresses the soft skin of your cheek, warmth growing in his chest when you lean into the touch. 

Taking a step closer, mouth tilting towards your ear, he can’t keep his own grin from forming on his lips. “Thought you’re supposed to eat mice,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe in that way that never fails to make you shudder. 

Your eyes widen almost comically and he chuckles before gently moving past you, towards that creature that apparently, the cat dragged in. 

“So you were just scampering around in our barn, huh?” 

The woman nods, a quick, jittery movement. She looks even smaller up close. Her eyes dart towards the front door and back to him. 

“She didn’t have anywhere else to go! It's so cold outside, Lo,” you chime in from beside his shoulder. “And it’s almost Christmas,” you add with a pout, shiny eyes pleading with him. You know damn well how he can’t deny you anything. Never could. “She can stay for a bit, right?”

“Fine.” 

-

Annoying, that’s what she is. Not the word you would use, of course not. You’re absolutely enamoured with her, almost joined to her hip these days. 

He can’t help it, it still makes Logan smile to watch you giggle with her, the way your face lights up when you look at her. He had often worried that you might feel lonely out here, that you might wish for friends. 

So this is good. Really, it is. But still. 

He’s not jealous, of course not. Just… annoyed. 

Annoyed with her tapping little steps on the wooden floors, annoyed with her squeaky little voice, annoyed with the fact that she ate all the nuts and olives stored away in the pantry, annoyed with her weird diet in general, loads of cheese, seeds and bread that you sweet talk him into buying, annoyed with her loud chewing and her obnoxiously large front teeth. 

“But isn’t she just the cutest?!” you ask, hugging his body and bumping your face against his chest, your thoughts still revolving around the woman currently sleeping in the tiny guest room. 

He grunts non committedly, reaching down to gently tickle your neck. You giggle and curl yourself tighter around him, breaking off into a long purr when he hits your favorite spot. 

Warmth grows in his chest and he tightens his arm around your shoulder. 

-

It’s Christmas Eve. Snow is swirling in the dark night behind the windows, but inside the fire is crackling, engulfing the three of you in warmth where you are huddled together underneath the tree. 

It’s a ginormous one, a pain to get through the front door, but it was the one that you and the mouse woman had wanted, so who was Logan to say no. 

Now, with a hundred lights glittering from it, starting right at the top where Logan had begrudgingly lifted the woman up on his shoulders so that she could place them under your careful supervision— he has to admit that it was worth it. 

You’re leaning against him, the lights reflecting in your eyes and a wide smile on your face. The woman’s head rests on your lap, her body curled up in front of the both of you. 

You and him usually forgo presents, content to just spend some uninterrupted time together with both of you certain that there’s nothing more you could wish for. 

But when he had spotted a jar labeled as a ‘gourmet selection of nuts and seeds’ at the specialty store, he had grabbed it without even being that bothered by the ridiculously high price. 

He was glad that he did when the woman’s face had lit up and in return, she had presented him with a self knitted scarf, a hobby that she had picked up from you. 

It’s late in the night, snow still falling silently outside, when Logan is lying in bed, two sets of calm breaths beside him, occasionally interrupted by a small purr or a sleepy squeak. 

He shakes his head, still wondering how he ended up in this situation, but he can’t be mad about it any longer. 

thank you for reading! comments and reblogs are love <3

and merry christmas!

[redroses07]

should i make a part 2?

[glitterfairy-21225]

Benedict next season: Mother, what you and Father, and Anthony, and Daphne... and Colin... and Francesca... all have is rare.

[sirena-de-lunas]

funny how we went from daphne and simon having that really terrible forced scene to kate and anthony having the “i will stop.” “do not stop.” and now it’s penelope asking and begging for a kiss and colin looking at her for permission before slipping under her dress. it’s almost like they realized we think consent is ✨ sexy ✨

[klaramarieleblochova]

Bridgerton logic at it's finest

Season 1: I really want kids and marry for love. So I'm gonna marry this man who says he can't have kids and probably doesn't love me!

Season 2: I think I love this girl. So I'm gonna propose to her sister!

Season 3: I wanna win my friend back. So I'm gonna teach her how to woo men (especially me) and get unhinged jealous when it starts to work.

The Bridgertons trully are sharing a single braincell and Violet is in charge of it most of the time, lol.

[chenfordsbee]

the category is: flustered

[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

I swear seeing Anthony Bridgerton looking at his mother and Lord Anderson talking and saying "he oversteps" was so funny. He's like " who's this man hitting on my mother?" How come no one is talking about this?

[waltricia]

2x03 -> 3x01 -> 3x04

Expect the unexpected. ✨

[capriddle]

Family weaknesses

[polin-ista]

Love how Violets always got her childrens backs XD like "oh dw about it Daphne I'll find some dirt and gossip about it so much he will run away in sheer embarrassment 👌🏻"

"no Anthony it doesn't matter that you've already proposed I'll get you out of it G💃🏻"

"yeah Colin. Proposal. Tonight. But she ain't engaged yet so get your ass down there 💅🏻"

[multifandom-gif]

The Bridgerton's leads 🩵

[guiltyasdave]

🧀+🌸+🌑

mouse girlie + kitten + logan aesthetic 😭

i love you loadsssssssss please come live here it doesn’t even have to be in the walls!!

[redroses07]

tagging everyone who wanted part 2: @aiolos-7 @peachplumeachone @darlinglittlemeg @thebuni @copiouscouples

[hauntedfictionland]

BRIDGERTON | Looks from season 3 trailer

“Even a wallflower can bloom.”

[tcustodisart]

It wouldn't be a Stardew Valley life without attending a festival.

[thebubblesoutlet]

How to scare the Bridgerton fandom:

I love them 🥰🥰🥰