Need So Desperately To Be In Logans Lap While He Runs His Hands Through My Hair And Mumbles How Pretty

need so desperately to be in logans lap while he runs his hands through my hair and mumbles how pretty i am

listening to ultraviolence thinking abt logan :(

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

The Making of Scoobynatural

i need old man logan coddling crybaby reader injected in my veins

no bc exactly, I need to be running to him for every little inconvenience so he would let me cry on his lap and tell me it’s okay :(( have him run his hands up and down your spine as he shushes you and gives you kisses on your forehead letting you mess up another one of his shirts with your teary eyes, sniffling into his shoulder knowing you can just completely let go of yourself with him since he can always make you feel safe in his arms. “your okay baby, m’right here so you need to use your words with me bub.” lifting your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes, they’re covered with his reading glasses but you can still see his gentle gaze on you. “and we’re gonna be a big girl and not cry over little things tomorrow yeah?” he’s says reassuringly, wiping off the drops of water running down your cheek with his thumb, smiling soo sweetly at you, giving you a sweet kiss as you sniffle and nod into his hand, knowing your gonna cry about something small again later this week just to get this treatment 🤭

pre-serum steve ♥