#im not used enough to compliments for this

[pandapetals]

…i have an idea that im unsure on whether or not i can write it myself & i’m OBSESSED with how well you always characterize logan so hear me out

i’m always thinking about the boxing scene in origins, so perhaps some boxer!logan where he’s teaching his girlfriend self defense in the gym after hours? you can make it as steamy or fluffy as you want!

i’ve just been dying to submit a request because i’m a fan of your work <3

AHH, thank you so much. I love your account so much! I have been wanting to write about Boxer Logan for some time so this request is literally perfect.

boxer!logan howlett x fem!reader - fluff, fighting, teasing, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, soft logan, established relationship

"Alright, sweetheart," Logan said, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the empty gym walls. He stood in front of you, hands casually raised. The white tank top he wore clung to his chest, damp with sweat, and the sheen of it caught in the flickering overhead lights. He rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing in a way that seemed entirely unfair. "You gotta learn how to defend yourself."

You fiddled with the straps of the red gloves he’d given you, tugging at them. "I know, Logan," you said, arching a brow, "but do we really need to do this? I mean, c’mon—what’s the point? I don’t want to hurt you."

He laughed, the sound warm and deep. "Hurt me? Darlin’, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried." He tilted his head at you. "But you’re welcome to give it a shot."

You narrowed your eyes, torn between amusement and the urge to wipe that smug look off his face. He looked too at ease, standing there with his hands up and that teasing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright, fine," you huffed, stepping forward. "But don’t come crying to me if I accidentally break that pretty nose of yours."

"Pretty?" He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

"You would," you muttered under your breath.

Logan spread his feet into a fighting stance, nodding toward you. "C’mon, then. First lesson—don’t telegraph. You gotta keep me guessing." He raised a hand to gesture toward your shoulder. "See, you’re tense here. Makes it obvious what you’re about to do. Relax."

"Relax? That’s easy for you to say," you shot back, shaking out your arms. "You don’t have to punch you."

"Exactly," he said with a wink. "Now focus. Don’t think. Just swing."

Taking a deep breath, you stepped in and threw a jab toward his chest—not too hard, but enough to show you meant business. Logan dodged it effortlessly, leaning to the side as though it were a breeze that brushed past him. He gave you an almost pitying look, clicking his tongue.

"Sloppy," he teased, circling you like a predator playing with its prey. "That all you got, sweetheart? I thought you said you didn’t wanna hurt me."

You glared at him, your cheeks heating. "Oh, I will hurt you, Logan," you shot back, a spark of determination lighting in your chest. "Just wait."

He chuckled, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. "That’s more like it. Now stop aiming for where I am—aim for where I’m gonna be."

You gritted your teeth, eyes narrowing as you watched him move. He was testing you, but there was something about the glint in his eye—like he was enjoying this, not just the sparring, but you. You tried to read him, to guess his next step, and when he shifted ever so slightly, you swung again, this time aiming lower.

To your surprise, he stepped right into it, catching your gloved hand in his palm with a sharp smack. His grip was firm but careful, and he grinned down at you, clearly pleased. "Not bad," he said, his voice softening. "You’re getting there."

You groaned, tugging your hand back. "You let me get that one."

"Maybe," he said with a shrug, the cocky edge returning. "But you still gotta work on your follow-through. What if I wasn’t nice enough to stop it, huh?"

"Nice? You’re about as nice as a brick wall," you muttered, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding—not from exertion, but from the way he was looking at you.

Logan’s grin softened into something almost fond. "You’ve got more fight in you than you think," he said, reaching out to gently adjust your stance. His hands lingered on your shoulders for just a second before he stepped back. "Now, one more time. And this time, I want you to mean it."

You nodded, steeling yourself. He was still smirking, but there was something else there too—a flicker of pride, maybe, or just the satisfaction of seeing you rise to the challenge. Whatever it was, you weren’t about to let him down.

You shifted your weight, fixing your gaze on his chest as if it were a target. Then, without warning, you lunged forward, throwing your whole body into the punch. He moved to dodge, but this time you were ready—you adjusted mid-swing, your fist just grazing his ribs. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him blink, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

"Well, look at that," Logan said, stepping back and rubbing his side with exaggerated drama. "You almost got me."

"Almost?" you said, crossing your arms. "Pretty sure I felt that connect." 

"Sure, sure," he said, smirking as he leaned closer, his voice dropping. "Next time, maybe try a little harder. You might even make me flinch."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Whatever, let’s just go again.” You stepped back, shaking out your hands like a boxer psyching themselves up.

Logan smirked, circling you slowly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and challenge. His confidence was infuriating—like he was untouchable, always one step ahead. But as he moved, you caught his focus was on your gloves, like he thought that was all you had to work with.

Big mistake.

You let your shoulders drop, exhaling slowly as if you were done. "Alright, you win," you said, feigning defeat. "You’re too good, Logan. I give up."

He tilted his head, one brow quirking in suspicion, but the grin never left his face. "Oh, c’mon now, don’t quit on me, sweetheart. Where’s that fire I saw a minute ago?"

"It’s gone," you sighed dramatically, letting your gloves hang at your sides. Then, as he paused in his pacing, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you in two quick strides. Logan’s smirk faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he sensed something coming.

Instead of throwing a punch, you leaned in and kissed him.

For a split second, Logan froze. His lips were warm and slightly parted, caught completely off guard by the sudden move. You felt his breath hitch against your mouth, and then—just as he started to kiss you back—you shifted your weight and swept your foot behind his ankle, knocking him clean off balance.

“Whoa—!” Logan grunted as he hit the mat with a thud, his broad shoulders absorbing most of the impact. He blinked up at you in shock, sprawled out flat on his back.

You straightened, grinning down at him as you tugged your gloves off one by one and tossed them aside. “Gotcha,” you said, hands on your hips.

He stared up at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was more surprised or impressed. Then, a slow, lazy smile spread across his face, and he let out a low chuckle that made your stomach flip. "Well, I’ll be damned. That was sneaky."

You crouched down beside him, trying to look innocent. “What’s the matter, big guy? Can’t handle a little creative thinking?”

“Creative thinking, huh?” Logan propped himself up on his elbows, his grin turning wolfish. “I don’t think that counts when you cheat.”

You gasped, feigning offense. “Cheat? Cheat? I think you’re just mad I finally got the drop on you.”

“Oh, is that what you think?” he drawled, his tone playful but laced with a hint of a challenge. Before you could blink, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward. You let out a startled laugh as you tumbled down onto the mat, landing half on top of him.

“Logan!” you protested, trying to pull back, but his arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place. He was grinning up at you now, his eyes bright with amusement that made your breath catch.

“You’re gettin’ cocky, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But I gotta admit, that was a hell of a move.”

You smirked, leaning in just enough to meet his gaze head-on. “Guess you’re not as quick as you thought you were, huh?”

“Careful,” he murmured, his fingers brushing along your side. “You keep talkin’ like that, and I might have to teach you another lesson.”

“Oh yeah?” you shot back, your voice dropping to match his. “And what’s that?”

Instead of answering, Logan pulled you down the rest of the way and kissed you, slow and deliberate. His lips were warm and firm, and he kissed like he fought—with total confidence and just a hint of something wild beneath the surface. The world narrowed to just the two of you: the heat of his body against yours, the rough scrape of his stubble, the way his hand slid up your back like he didn’t want to let you go.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his voice was a low, satisfied rumble. “Lesson one,” he said, his smirk returning. “Never let your guard down.”

[johnegbbrt]

i was beingbgenuine ♡

SHUG UP NOW!!! /NSRS /LH

IM BITIJFNC U WHY R U. WHY R U 💔💥💥💥💥

[p4nishers]

no really ALL im saying is if aziraphale was infront of ME and me only and even gave me a smallest amount of attention i would've already confessed right there. wouldn't have taken me 5 minutes let alone 6000 YEARS. nuh uh. especially if he slutted me out while dressed like THAT in 1793 or rizzed me up in 1941. i may be oblivious but im not dumb as fuck and i would've taken THE FUCKING HINT. unlike SOMEONE. ugh if only i was in crowley's place this shitshow wouldn't have taken more than aziraphale's eyelashes to flutter once and i'm done for the wedding is already in full swing oh lookie here a priest appeared completely out of nowhere how odd how mysterious!! anyway we must not waste this opportunity let's just get over w it for completely normal regular reasons YEP!! nothing to see here just a perfectly regular every day wedding !! like come on man atp u gotta blame urself for wasting opportunities like that

[anglerflsh]

wow ive been kind of off lately I should take a day to rest an[explosion]

[synthshenanigans]

new jash twitter photo :0

[photo for ones who do not have the app]

[reinabeestudio]

I wonder who this is. I think his name is Maroon or something

[burningcomputerpersona]

ahhhhhhhh guess who made the mistake of getting a haircut

[rogdona]

i did it i drew Sakira so Pinsentia won't have to stay single forever

here

she is a lunar moth and loves the smell of flowers

SHES SO CUTE I LOVE HERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

sadly i dont think shes a good fit w pisentia, sakira deserves better😭😭

[moodr1ng]

my toxic behavior is when im at the club rolling and in my "i need to compliment everyone i find pretty" moment. i purposefully avoid men that are too conventionally handsome. like even if i get the same urge to say something i think no.. theyve heard it enough. im not giving you any more.

[apostase]

big fan of characters who are very confident but self-deprecating in a non-compliment-fishing way and don't take themselves or anything seriously + are impossible to embarrass

[yakayla-withay]

anyways!

i think i am very mental ill and emotionally damaged from just wanting someone to really want to be seen with

to act like they really like and love me in public

but i would have to show them instead of being surprised and thought of and put more actionable work into

i am not worth that much work to you

you are already too tired for this relationship

you already put in too much of whatever of yourself is here

and yet when we are together in front of people, it feels like me vs everyone including you in the room

you sink into everyone else in the room, you are less mine and more of just whatever the room feels like to you

[viiridiangreen]

uh cw fatphobia ig lol

me: i got a stationary bike

my partner's parents each time we've met since incl at the family gathering. also the entirety of my social feeds outside this app: OH YOU HATE YOUR BODY? I HATED MY BODY TOO OMG!! YOU WANNA LOSE WEIGHT? YOU WANNA B U R N F A T???? RECIPES TO SLIM DOWN! THIS ROUTINE GOT ME SHREDDED IN A MONTH! BECOME UNRECOGNISABLE! SHRINK GET SMALL FUCKING DISAPPEAR <3

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[freebooter4ever]

Nick: never takes photos of himself, refuses to let anyone else take photos of him even personal unshared snapshots

also nick: posts seven photos and a slow motion pan of the latest wooden boat he's building 🤣

[lupismaris]

Tired of grown ass adults who never learned the basic fuckin Pre-K manners of don't fuckin stare at and whisper about others. and no I'm not referring to Neurospicy folks who do it I'm talking about cishets who treat queers like zoo animals

[livsspecialinterests]

i recently saw a tiktok of a lady talking about trends and how she hoped that parting your hair to the side was going to be back 'in' in 2024 because she always liked the way her hair looks with a side part more than with a centre part and i just...?

this woman looked to be about my age too

babe there are no rules, no consequences to how you part the hair that grows out of your head! side parts were always going to come back 'in', then they'll be 'out' again, then they'll be 'in' again! this shit is cyclical! how are you almost 30 and you haven't figured this out yet?

please, please learn how to differentiate between 'i am deciding to wear xyz/style myself in this certain way because I like how it looks' and the reflex that so many people have to follow trends because they intrinsically know nothing about themselves except how to keep up with hyper consumerist trend cycles for fear of being labelled cheugy by a bunch of 19 year olds on tik tok for wearing a style that's out right now but will be repackaged and sold back to us in literally 3 years time.

also cannot be fucking doing with those smirking influencers telling people how to 'update their look' by, no surprises, buying an entire new wardrobe of slightly updated pieces that'll go out of fashion within a few years.

'hehe millennials, here's how your style is dating you!'

fuck off, Tiffany. i'm almost 30, i dress like i had an emo phase in 2007 that i never fully grew out of. i look and dress like my age and i don't give a shit what you think about that.

im glad I don't dress like a 19 year old! some of those styles look very uncomfortable! if you don't grow a fucking personality, in 10 years time, you're going to be looking back at how you dressed in 2024 and scoffing at how silly you looked! just dress how you want! develop some taste outside of the bounds of what your FYP is telling you looks good! you'll be happier for it I promise!

wearing your old clothes from 2013 is not 'dating' you, it's correctly aging someone, and that's fine! it's also really wasteful to throw out functional clothes that still fit (AND THAT YOU STILL LIKE) just because they're no longer deemed fashionable!

part your hair to the side, wear fucking 2016 instagram makeup if that's your jam, keep your skinny jeans and infinity scarves if that's what you like to wear!

your clothing and fashion should be about self expression, not a display of how well you're able to pull off the 34th microtrend of the year that shows literally nothing about you.

it's fucking soulless consumerism, empty performance.

anyone over the age of 25 should bloody well know better, please do some introspection and try to find your own identity instead of hanging off of the every word of whatever influencer's newest shein haul

stop asking for permission to express yourself.

“Thin brows are back in” “skinny jeans are back” “wolfcuts are out” “this style of eyeshadow is soo trendy right now” “big asses are out, slim figures are in”

Hey do you guys ever make your own decisions or form your own ideas on how you would personally like to look that’s not based around what’s currently being sold to you. Is that not possible

[synonymroll648]

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