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The logan with scratches blurb had me blushing and giggling to myself he is so silly. The idea of being playful w logan is something that should be written abt more. I need his ridiculous ass

Silly headcanons with Logan time! • Sometimes if you're gone a while he makes a nest pile of clothes and uses it to remind him of you. You might also come home to a much lighter bottle of bodywash. • Likes to stand behind you and rest his head on the top of your own when you're doing stuff. • Also enjoys running his hands under your shirt and grabbing at you randomly. It isn't even sexual, he just likes to remind himself that you're here, in his arms. • Holds your hand in public and doesn't let go. If you're carrying groceries (which lets be serious, he'd NEVER let you carry your own groceries) you had better have your hand, a pinky, SOMETHING free or else he's gonna be a grump about it. • Speaking of being a grump, he wants a kiss goodbye. He's like 50% angry and 50% joking but if he's leaving the house for any reason he expects you to give him a big fat kiss on the cheek before you leave. Stands at the door silently brooding until you do. • AND SPEAKING OF KISSES—PLEASE KISS HIM. ITS HIS KRYPTONITE. HE'S LIABLE TO COMMIT CRIMES IF YOU PROMISE HIM A SMOOCH.

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Pathetic creature

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hello kitty x algae

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me and the logan hoes 😭

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logan howlett vs hugh jackman (prt two)

(photos not mine, from pinterest & twitter)

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Happy Halloween !!

so sorry i haven’t posted in a while - my physical and mental health has been weighing down on me. plus i have my studies and 2 jobs (day job and seasonal job)

i will try to get something up soon :) thank u and happy halloween !!

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First Night

this is gonna be the first of a few mini's relating to H&S both prior and during their relationship!

content//warnings: implied relationship (they're taking it slow y'all) R is a glasses haver, Lo’s a big softy, lots of fluff, sleeping together literally, mentions of Logan's nightmares, Logan is a great blanket!!

wc: 1.2k

Logan was against sleeping in the same room as you let alone the same bed when you brought it up one evening, you didn’t push, you knew why, had heard him shouting some nights overwhelmed with nightmares of his time under the lake, that and how sometimes when you were close there would be flickers in his eyes that looked just like the animal he wanted to leave behind. It left you a little deflated and he could obviously tell, you just thought it would be nice, you’d been wrapped up in each other on the couch a few times and it left you craving the warm touch at night when you looked at the other side of your empty bed, the cold sheets almost mocking you it felt like.

The first time he spent the night in your bed it happened by accident. You were both on the couch, he was watching some late night rerun of a show with a beer in hand, the other holding you to him where you sat backwards leaning into him with a book you had been meaning to finish. The night went on and you began to doze, your reading glasses sliding down your nose when your head began to lull forward, which was when Logan finally noticed how tired you were and decided the day was over and it was time for bed. 

It felt cruel to wake you up again fully just to get you up the stairs so he chose to carry you, gently maneuvering into a position you were easier to pick up. Moving your book to the side, dog earring the page you were last on and slipping your glasses off to put on top, before sliding you across his lap to drape your legs over one arm and the other behind your back. The josling woke you up slightly, one of your arms coming up to grab his shirt at the shoulder, rubbing your face against the cotton of his t-shirt. Leaning forward slightly before pushing up on his knees to stand upright, Logan carried you out of the living room, up the stairs and into your room where he intended to tuck you in and leave back downstairs to finish up his beer before making his own way to bed. But you had other plans it seemed, hand still gripping his clothes after he gently placed you onto your bed, reluctant to release him even with his hand trying to untangle your fingers from him, it only made you grip his shirt tighter.

Logan knew it might have been a bad idea, scratch that -a terrible idea- but he reasoned with himself that his nightmares haven't been as frequent or as violent as they usually can be, surely just the one time wouldn't hurt? Letting out a shaky breath, he winds an arm around your waist, before lifting you up off the bed slightly so he can properly open up the sheets, using his knee for leverage on the bed to slide you to the other side before climbing onto the bed properly himself and lowering you both into the soft plushness of it.

He feels the way you begin shifting against him trying to get comfy, scooching closer to the newly installed human furnace in your bed, he opens an arm out for you to slot yourself up against him, your arm wrapping around his waist and your face smooshing into the side of his chest, tired mumbles and grunts muffled into his t-shirt as you plaster yourself to him. It's cute he thinks, how your sleeping brain seeks him out for heat or comfort, he doesn't mind either way, thinks about all the nights he could have had this but wouldn't let himself, more so for your own safety. Maybe this can be an occasional thing, on nights where he's more confident in his ability to sleep through the night. He’d forgotten what it had felt like to sleep next to someone else, how good it felt to hold someone and be held in turn. 

He pulls you closer, both his arms curling around the softness of your body, he can feel every plush dip and curve of you, can feel the way you inhale and exhale. There’s still a tension in his body, something that just won’t let him go to sleep, the underlying fear that he’ll have another episode. He pushes away those thoughts as best as he can, instead focusing on you; the thump of your heartbeat; each breath you exhale; every small fidget as your body continues to try and burrow deeper into his warmth. He closes his eyes and dips his head down into your hair, even though the bend is awkward on his neck, taking a deep breath in through his nose, taking in the scent of you. It has a more calming effect on him now more than anything, sweet notes of honeysuckle and the earthy undertones of sage, causing a ripple effect on him, his muscles finally relaxing, leaning back up Logan rests his head onto your pillow, keeping his eyes closed and finally lets himself drift off, content.

You change positions throughout the night, when you turn over to face away from him, Logan turns with you onto his side and pulls you back into him, resting his head in the curve between your neck and shoulder, his arm coiling under your chest. Later you twist back around and push your head into the space beneath his neck, an arm coming up to drape over his shoulder, the other stuck between you both, as his arms pull you closer at the waist, your legs tangling together. Eventually Logan rolls onto his back again bringing you with him, your body laying half way over his, your head slipping down onto the wide planes of his chest. You stayed glued to each other for the entire night, never letting go, no nightmares to ruin the peacefulness.

When you wake up, the winter sun is just barely peeking through the curtains, dust floating about in the small rays. You try to lift an arm up to rub at your eyes but find you can't move it, which is then when you notice the weight on top of you, which should have been the first thing you noticed really. You look down and find Logan, asleep on your stomach, one arm trapped under him, the other being held in the firm grip of his hand, a couple of fingers overlapping, a soft expression taking over your face in your sleepy haze. You try to twist your other arm from under him without waking him, the movements making him grunt and tighten his grip on you. You run your fingers through his hair, nails gently scraping against his scalp, soft snores coming from him that you feel rumble in his chest almost like a purr, you smile softly, leaning your head back and closing your eyes again, you feel way he nuzzles against you, puffs of air leaving goosebumps as they glide across your skin where your sweaters risen in your sleep. You think about how nice it is having a bed that’s warm all over for a change as you drift back asleep.

ty for reading!!

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Omg #new of Sebastian 😍

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ੈ♡˳ imagine playing with logans hair. gn!reader

he’d kill you, actually kill you if you told anyone how he practically purred the moment your nails met his scalp. he’s sprawled out on the bed between your legs, head heavy on your tummy as his eyes flutter shut.

you want to tease him, but refrain. you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him this content, his dark, delicate eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he fights the inevitable pull of sleep that threatens to take him. there’s something so peaceful in that moment, watching the man you love melting so easily under your touch after so long of him skittering away like a wounded animal.

“you falling asleep?” you whisper, unable to contain yourself. he’d insisted prior he wasn’t tired.

a low, firm grumble against your skin, “no.”

but logan is a terrible liar, his body grows heavier as you tenderly trace your fingers through his hair, relishing in the way his smooth locks dance through your digits. and though he’d never say, he craves this kind of contact frequently. he’s all too accustomed to violence, clenched fists, raising hackles and spilling blood. he longs for tender touches, love so warm it makes him ache, stolen kisses. . . and you.

he just wants you.

maybe that’s why he finds it so easy to lower those fortified walls in your presence, because you allow him to be soft. you allow him to be everything he is never allowed to be. the world has taken so very much from him, but it’s also given him you.

so how can he be mad at it for long?

you push back the tufts of hair lining his forehead to reveal more of his face, a smile curling as you see his lips parted, breathing softly in the calming rhythm of sleep. he nestles closer instinctively, thick arms around your thighs as he’s pulled deeper and deeper into slumber. no nightmares will find him here.

not while your company serves to soothe his ever-racing mind, bringing it to a halt with every kiss, every simple touch. you curl your fingers around a strand of his hair and smile, wondering how he let you get this close. but you won't question it, you already know how lucky you are.

when he wakes, logan insists he did not fall asleep and was merely resting his eyes. all said while wiping drool from his scruffy chin. you swear you can see a flush on his cheeks as he huffs and rises from the bed.

you’d say his one weakness is that he falls asleep like a kitty cat the moment your nails touch his scalp, but logan would say his one weakness is simply you.

day 22 'hair' prompt for logantober <3

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logan howlett vs hugh jackman

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hi butt head 😋/lh it’s ur amazing friend in the whole wide world /j

erm anyways can i request ur opinions on Logan w a cuddly / touch starved reader 👁️

Logan with touch starved reader headcanons (kinda)

I hate touch, so I don’t understand what it’s like to be touch starved but I tried my best for you loser 🫵/lh

- He’ll give you all the attention you want, in fact he craves it himself, but never asks for it directly

- He loves to constantly have a hand somewhere on you (sitting at the table with a hand on your thigh or if he’s driving and your in the passenger seat having a hand on your thigh or holding hands)

- He can tell when you’re craving touch; it’s like a sixth sense or something, especially if you’re too shy to ask for it

- “come here” Logan says, you walk your way over to him, he put his arms around you and almost immediately melted into his touch “isn’t that better?”

- He’s the type of “I don’t like physical touch but I’m really touch starved” guy

- Will tease you about it, about how you always want to cuddle up to him while your watching a movie or just laying in bed (but in a light hearted way)

- “yea, bub? Can’t stand it when my hands aren’t on you?” “You’re like a koala, you know that?” “Clingy thing”

- If you spot him just sitting on the couch you’ll curl yourself into his lap, tucking your head into his neck

- if he spots you before you can spot him sitting on the couch, he’ll click his tongue to get your attention. Once he has it he’ll pat his lap for you to join him

- He loves to leaves marks, a little reminder that you’re wanted by him

- If your the one spotted sitting on the couch he’ll lay next to you, putting his head in your lap, letting you run your hands through his hair

- If you’re feeling like you're being annoying by being clingy/needy, he’ll gladly remind you of how much he loves feeling needed by you 

I tried 👍

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ok I miss him and I hope you do too <3

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need to visit a pumpkin patch with him and do cute fall activities 😓

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hi butt head 😋/lh it’s ur amazing friend in the whole wide world /j

erm anyways can i request ur opinions on Logan w a cuddly / touch starved reader 👁️

Logan with touch starved reader headcanons (kinda)

I hate touch, so I don’t understand what it’s like to be touch starved but I tried my best for you loser 🫵/lh

- He’ll give you all the attention you want, in fact he craves it himself, but never asks for it directly

- He loves to constantly have a hand somewhere on you (sitting at the table with a hand on your thigh or if he’s driving and your in the passenger seat having a hand on your thigh or holding hands)

- He can tell when you’re craving touch; it’s like a sixth sense or something, especially if you’re too shy to ask for it

- “come here” Logan says, you walk your way over to him, he put his arms around you and almost immediately melted into his touch “isn’t that better?”

- He’s the type of “I don’t like physical touch but I’m really touch starved” guy

- Will tease you about it, about how you always want to cuddle up to him while your watching a movie or just laying in bed (but in a light hearted way)

- “yea, bub? Can’t stand it when my hands aren’t on you?” “You’re like a koala, you know that?” “Clingy thing”

- If you spot him just sitting on the couch you’ll curl yourself into his lap, tucking your head into his neck

- if he spots you before you can spot him sitting on the couch, he’ll click his tongue to get your attention. Once he has it he’ll pat his lap for you to join him

- He loves to leaves marks, a little reminder that you’re wanted by him

- If your the one spotted sitting on the couch he’ll lay next to you, putting his head in your lap, letting you run your hands through his hair

- If you’re feeling like you're being annoying by being clingy/needy, he’ll gladly remind you of how much he loves feeling needed by you 

I tried 👍

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Hi ive never seen this screenshot before and it’s ruining me. I will be thinking of this for a very long time. Let me at himLEMME AT HIM PLEASE PLS ARFARFWOOFRAHRAHRSH!!!!!! !!!!!!! !!!!!!!!

Edit: THE TAGS IN THE REBLOGS I love y’all they’re so fucking funny

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Ok but sleepy Logan falling asleep in your bed surrounded by all your stuffed animals 🥹