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Hey littles remember the trixx multi flavored yogurt

It was so delicious and while it's back I was really unset my comfort food was gone for a few years

hi hi ! i wanted to try makin a stimboard since i luved some i saw on here 😸 regressor logan bc hes the xman i kno de best , ill prolly make more wit my other favs soon cus i rlly liked makin this one !!

yayyy!!!

raahhh regressor wade stimboard be upon ye !! i think he’d luv bright colours !

mr steve minecraft board bc hes been on my mind (mined?!?!?!!?) da whoooooleeeeeee dayyyyyy

hi hi!!! im roch (pronounced rock, but im not a pebble) >:3

i like he/it/they pronouns the most :))

this is my agere blog, where i post and reblog anything that makes me happi!! get ready for a million bajillion exclamation marks!!!!!!

i regress to maybeeeeee 4-9, but idkkk! when im lil im just lil, yk? but im also bodily a minor, so no nasties!

these r some of the stuff that makes me SUPER happi!

Marvel! Mostly the Xmen n mutants side of things (includin spiderman bc hes sillyyy). I just think theyre soooo cool!!!

Deadpool!!!! Hes my favvvv!!! Ik i jus put marvel but dp is my super mega fav and i luvvvv him

Sylvanian families/Calico Critters!!!!!! I luv luv luv these lil guys!!! i have a whoooole collection of them and the babies r my favvvsss!!!!

Skulduggery Pleasant!!! oh boyyy you dont wanna kno how obsessed i am wit that silly skeleton...........

Minecraft!!! + Minecraft dungeons + mcsm, i just luv luv luv the silly lil block guys!!

Markiplier’s work, i luv luv luv iswm n the universe hes made up even if it confuzzles me sometimes :P

The Stanley Parable!!! Dunno if theres rily any agere content for this but idc i luv luv luv the narrator! And stanley is my silly lil squishy

Tf2!! pyro's my faaaav, theyre literally me!! fr!!!

N i like any animal!! ever!! all the lil creatures, even the silly hairless ones! theyre all sooooo beautiful

I also like makin stuff for ppl!! Im happy to take any mood or stimboard requests, maybe even a drawing req if im feeling up for it!! if u wanna ask for one i could do my best work if i kno it well already, so feel free to pick from my lil list! a lil specificity would be awesome, just mention it if u want any colour or theme or anythin else :3

i think thats it for now, have fun!

banner by me :3

cg! batman moodboard for @adarkn1ght !! mostly went off bruce’s vibes so hope this is good <3

thx soooo much for the req ! :33

heyyyy its me again, the annon who apparently lives and breathes ghost agere content ✨

hear me out, papa's comforting an upset regressor <3 idk i think it would be cute!

also please stop me if i ever send too many of these!!

Papa nihil

Doesn’t know what to do

He didn’t even take care of his own kids

“Seestor help!!!”

Sister imperator helps by bringing you water and your comfort items( stuffed animal, pacifier, etc)

She places you in front of the tv while holding you(she also glares at a very guilty liking nihil)

Papa emeritus i

Sits you down for tea(or juice if your that tiny)

Let’s you vent while holding you

Bounces you on his leg

Brings you to a quiet place in his garden

Plays with your favorite toys with you

Papa emeritus ii

Try’s to find the root of the problem

Keeps his brothers and father out (he will ask copia for help)

If your really young then he’ll get you a warm bottle of milk

If your older then he’ll have you lie down for a nap while he…. Sorts things out(aka yell at who ever made you upset)

Papa emeritus iii

Shopping time

Of course after he’s gotten you to calm down a bit

Let’s you cry on his shoulder and doesn’t care if you get his clothes messy

Makes sure you drinks lots of water

He’s about to spend so much money on you

Papa emeritus iv

Also very sad

Try’s to get you to talk to him but if you can’t that’s fine

Sings to you while he rocks you in his arms

Brings over some of his rats to make you feel better

Plays with your hair

A/n: I’m real sorry I’ve been so slow I’m trying to clear out my in progress stuff but Ive been super uninspired and busy with work.

Caregiver Primo with a little who calls him Nonno? (Italian for grandpa)

Primo being called Nonno

He loves it

He’s never really had the chance to have many relationships since he was so busy being papa

Before he met you and found out about your age regression he never thought about being any sort of paternal figure

He definitely fits grandpa more then dad

He only responds to that now

Also loves hearing you speak other languages when you’re tiny

He would want to teach you other Italian and maybe some Latin

Rubs it into the face of the other papas

Calls you his grand baby

Angel

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!Reader

A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

Logan glances at the creaky wooden staircase as you come bounding down.

Your feet padded with socks and your arms full, your foot nearly slips on a step and he’s up and out of his armchair in seconds, catching you, he sighs deeply before setting you down

“What’d I tell you about being careful on the stairs?”

You cock your head, bashful

“Sorry.”

He hums, picking you up by the armpits

“It’s alright, we’ll look at getting you some of those non slip socks hmm?”

You nod, wrapping your spare arm around his neck, he carries you over to his armchair, sitting down with a groan, propping you up in his lap

“What was all that fuss about, what’s all this stuff?”

He looks down at the pink zip up makeup bags in your hand

“Makeup, n’ nail polish!”

“I can’t do your makeup honey, I don’t know how”

He looks at you, apologetic

You tilt your head, making a show of batting your eyelashes, and tearing your eyes up, he squints, groaning , he should have never let you know how much your puppy dog eyes affect him

“Can I do your makeup?”

He tongues over his teeth, mulling over the question, he rolls his eyes at your wet lashes

“Fine”

You clap, grinning up at him before digging into your bag of kiddie make up, he leans back and closes his eyes when you start to work underpigmented glittery blue eyeshadow into his eyelids, suckling on a pacifier he offered you shortly after you sat down.

He hums an old Bon Jovi song when you swipe lip gloss over his lips, you press a messy kiss to his cheek, he rubs a large hand over your shoulder, clearly pleased by your sweet gesture

“Done!”

You chirp before shoving a small Barbie mirror into his hands, he lifts it, turning his head to admire your handiwork, clearly marred by you childlike state, he grins up at you

“Thank you sweetheart”

He pulls you into a hug

“You made me all pretty”

You hum, shy

“was’ already pretty”

He blinks at you, before he presses a loud, lipgloss-y kiss to your forehead

“Ain’t you cute.”

He leans back in his chair, pulling you with him, bouncing his knee to lull you into a more relaxed state, he clicks a few buttons on the remote, until The Care Bears pops up, both of you sit, content to watch the multicoloured bears trot across the screen.

Logan clears his throat when the episode ends, checking the time

“It’s just about dinner time pumpkin.”

“Dinnr’ da?”

He hums

“It’s also time to clean up Da’s face, don’t you think?”

You nod, rubbing at your eyes

“Do you have any makeup wipes honeybee?”

You shake your head, he groans

“Guess we’re going cvs, you want McDonald’s?”

You grin, nodding, excited at the prospect of a happy meal.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Night Terrors

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader

A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

In this work Logan’s cabin isn’t far from Xavier’s School :)

TW: Logan has sleep paralysis in this one, blood, trauma, Logan’s Adamantium claws

He can feel the thrum of his rabbiting heartbeat in his chest, he can feel the rippling, burning hot metal bubbling and sizzling under his muscle corded arms and legs.

He can hear his grunts and cry’s of pain, he can hear Stryker’s voice, a venomous rumble to it.

He jolts, partially awake now, coming to the startling realisation that he can’t move, he’s used to the nightmares by now, but this one’s different. Blinking up at the pale ceiling of his cabin bedroom, feeling sweat bead down his forehead.

Logan grunts when he hears your cry’s, hiccuping and sobbing, he squints, desperate to move, to comfort you

“Daddy!”

You weep, he can feel your small hands pressing against his arm, scrambling to wake him up, he looks over at you, only able to see the top half of you, he grits his teeth at the state of you, teartracks and bloodshot eyes, you’re so flustered, unsure.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, your eyes start to droop, he still can’t move, he bares down, gritting his teeth, anything to get his muscles to wake up.

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Logan jolts upright, his breath panting and heaving. He turns, his first thought being you, he thumbs over your cheek, waking you up, you blink owlishly up at him, you’re so pale, he furrows his brows, he looks down at the sheets pooling around his waist.

His eyes widen at the dried blood staining the white sheets, he pulls them away, his breath stutters when he sees the gash marks in your thigh, peering down at the metal claws peeking through his knuckles.

They retract, he jumps out of bed, wrapping you in the stained sheets before he’s running out of the cabin, a small emergency bag chucked over his bare shoulder.

He sprints, bare feet padding over tree roots and autumn dried leaves, you paw weakly at his chest, feeling too young and tired to put up any real fight.

He bursts through the door of Xavier’s school, you squint at the bright lights of the campus building, whining, Logan shushes you, a sympathetic hand pushing back your hair as he frantically searches for the med-bay, praying to anything that will listen, he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Hank, awake, but hunched over a desk

“Please, help”

His voice is the weakest you’ve ever heard it, he lies you on a cold medical table, squirming, you whimper

“I’m sorry honeybee, so sorry”

His face is contorted with pain, Hank jumps up, shuffling around to grab gauze and thread, Logan presses a plain pacifier into your mouth, one he’d urgently snatched from the emergency bag.

He was occupied in keeping you awake, the last thing they needed was you fainting from blood loss, he thumbed over your palm, his hand large and warm against yours, he rumbled about promises of whatever food you’d like, sprawling shopping trips for any and all of the toys you wanted, he promised whatever you wanted, to make up for the three scratches crawling up your leg.

Your pupils pinballed as tears dripped down his cheeks, running into his beard, his breath staggering as he came to terms with how much he’d hurt you, how sick from pain you looked, the ghastly scars that will be left, the scars he gave you.

Nausea spilled into his stomach when you cried out, scrambling to get away from the threaded needle Hank pokes at your tender leg with.

“I know angel, I know it hurts, Daddy’s so sorry”

He huffs at your whimpers, his brows crinkled in distraught. He presses a kiss to your damp forehead when Hank announces he’s done, wiping away the drying blood from around the stitches before wrapping it taught in gauze.

You shift, cuddling into his side, wrapping a muscled arm around you, he growls when Hank approaches, you peek over Logan’s shoulder, intrigued, tired eyes landing on the jar of colourful lollies and sweets in his hand, he holds his hands up, surrendering.

Logan softens when he spots the jar mottled with candy, he lets you reach a pawing hand over his shoulder to grab at the sweets, Hank holds out the jar even when you pull your hand out

“Take a few more, you were really brave.”

You don’t hesitate, grabbing a few more lollies.

Logan pulls you up, but now you’re wrapped up in a clean, thicker bedsheet, Hank insisted, claiming that the other one was stained beyond repair and too unhygienic. After a quick but detailed explanation of how to take care of the wound and prevent extensive scarring, you’re waving a dopey goodbye to Hank over Logan’s shoulder. You drift off, clutching at the man.

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Thank you so much for reading! Likes, requests and reblogs are much appreciated

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Hello! Could I request some Cg! Logan Headcanons please? Thank you 💜💜💜

CG!Logan Howlett Headcanons

Of course! I hope these headcanons come across as accurate and you enjoy them :) some of these obviously won’t be that integral or reliant on his actual character traits, some are just cute parental things I think he’d do or would enjoy doing :)

🐾He’s quite stern, not mean, not to you at least, but he definitely stands his ground when it comes to rules.

🐾He can still be lax though, but he also wants you to know that any of the rules put in place are to keep you safe, healthy and happy, and maybe save him from a few grey hairs.

🐾Definitely tries to prove he can also be a “cool dad”, what’s a late night watching movies gonna hurt, and maybe a few snacks sneaked from the pantry.

🐾He wouldn’t have any actual preference for names, whatever you feel comfortable with goes, but he secretly would prefer “daddy” or “papa”, something about them just make him feel all warm.

🐾Same thing with pet names for you! Whatever you like goes, however, he will be partial to a “honeybee” (cause he’s your honey badger, duh!) and a “sweetheart”

🐾Expect to be picked up and carried everywhere, he loves having you near him, unless he’s in a dangerous or precarious situation of course.

🐾PURRS, and I mean full on rumbling chest, content purrs, he loves laying with you on his chest, just purring.

🐾speaking of, he’d definitely hiss and spit at anyone who got too close to you, you’re his kit, his only kit, he needs to keep you safe.

🐾Because of his heightened senses, he’d definitely be able to smell you and scent you, pressing his nose to your head because you smell so young, like a milky newborn smell.

🐾Bundles you up in his nest, yes, he has a nest, filled with blankets and furs, don’t ask, and your stuffed toys, all of which he’d scented, Wolverines are very territorial.

🐾Absolutely piles food on your plate, Wolverines work extremely hard to provide food for their young, he feeds you before he feeds himself, ensuring you’re getting all the nutrients you need.

🐾Frowns if you don’t finish your plate, he’s not mad at you, he just fears he’s not feeding you adequately enough, but once he knows you’re just full he rumbles a purr, pleased.

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I hope y’all enjoy these hcs, I really enjoyed doing them and spouting about irl Wolverines ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

hihihi!!! I just wanted to tell you, I just read one of your agere fics (Painkiller, the one with Logan) and hooo you really did make a name for yourself in there (/ref, lh.)

on a more serious note, that one's the only actual agere fic ive seen with Lo, and I must say I loved every word. got me feeling soft and fluffy and cuddly now. I'm patting your head rn:} (/silly, nf)

Thank you sm anon! The Gambit reference made me giggle (^^) you’re very sweet, I’m glad you liked my work! Thank you!!!! There are many more Logan (and other characters) agere fics coming out soon, I do have other Logan works on my master list if you wanted to read more! Much Love!

Someone reblogged my post about Logan scuffing his age regressor, with a tag about Sabretooth.. should I start doing CG! Sabretooth stuff, I love him, but I honestly didn’t think people would want to see stuff about him, let me know!

Worth it p2

Logan Howlett and fem!agere!reader

AN: I can definitely try to! I’m glad my works have been so comforting to you :) Thank you so much. I’m sorry I had to screenshot your req because tumblr wouldn’t let me post the original.

This also gives me an opportunity to make up for the rushed ending of Worth it, I was so annoyed at how I ended it, but I really wanted to get it out quickly, I tend to rush myself quite a bit, but I’m trying to slow down, I’ve realised that no matter when I release a work or how slow it takes me to release a work, yall will like it, I’m so grateful for the endless support, yall are the best

CW/TW: Mentions of loss, crying, grief, swearing, mention of death of x-men and reader from ‘worst’ Logan’s timeline, baby bottle use. Please let me know if I missed anything!

“I don’t know where to put my hands.”

You whimper at warmth of his heavy hands on your back, the thrum of life that had become so unfamiliar to you, you knew this wasn’t your Logan, but it didn’t matter, he was Logan, and clearly had some idea on who you were.

He hefted you up, his own cries soaking into the shoulder of your soft pyjamas, holding you so tight you thought you couldn’t breath, but you didn’t stop him, it felt too right, too normal to waste, you needed to savour this, for as long as you could, suck all the affection and love out of the man holding you, before it was too late, before he too was gone.

His hand soothed up and down your spine, he cooed a sweet lullaby to you, his breath shaky and thin, his face was flushed as he paced, trying to settle you, he pressed his nose into your hair, crying out at the infant, milky scent, his kit. He crouched, still holding you.

Leaning down to pick up a stuffed animal, pressing you tightly into his chest, he thumbed at the worn face of the honey badger toy you left on the floor, forgotten in your moment of relief.

He felt a pang of familiarity and aching sorrow at the realisation that he knew the toy, one he had bought for you long ago, carefully preserved in a corner of his mind reserved specifically for you, For the memory of you, bright and joyful before he lost you, grasping at the thin straws of anything you.

He bounced you on his hip when you hiccuped, tuckered out from your long cry

“I know honeybee, it’s been so long.”

He hummed, his voice still delicate and fragile, He grunts when his back hits the worn leather of Wade’s couch, bouncing you on his knee, humming an old rock song to you, slipping so easily back into the role of your caretaker, like it was muscle memory, pressing small anguished kisses into your hairline.

Logan pulls his hand away from your back to catch a more comfortable T-shirt wade tosses his way, throwing it on before cradling you tighter against his chest, resuming his gentle humming.

Wade busies himself in the small kitchen, pottering and muttering curses when he drops a bottle, before filling it with milk and running it under the hot tap until it’s warm, he hands it to Logan, who grasps the bottle, glancing at it fondly, it’s another one of your items he remember fondly, a clear bottle, messily decorated with some of your stickers, he thumbs over the peeling plastic.

“You hungry honeybee?”

You nod sleepily, blinking your eyes open, pawing at the arm holding your bottle, he adjusts you in his lap, he eases the pacifier out of your mouth, replacing it with the warm nib of the bottle, his stomach clenched at the sight of you suckling gently at the teat, he pulled you closer, ever grateful for what looked like a chance, an opportunity to give you a better life.

Logan scrunches his eyebrows when Wade plops down on the couch next to him, derobed of all his weapons, he silently appreciates the gesture. He clears his throat before speaking up, making sure you’re dozing off.

“How long have you been.. caring for them”

Logan grumbles, you twist and turn, kneading at his t-shirt when you feel the rumble of his chest

“I found the little spider-monkey napping by your grave five years ago”

Wade lowers his voice and Logan’s shocked the man could collect himself long enough to discuss a serious topic.

“Thank..you, for taking me here, last time I saw them, it was back at the mansion, I was being a dickhead, yelling about things that weren’t their fault, after knocking down a few whiskeys, I came back and they were all gone, I was being an asshole and didn’t even say sorry, or goodbye.”

Logan chokes, steadying himself when he sees you blinking at him blearily, your bottle finished as you gnaw on the teat, he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling the bottle away and dropping it on the coffee table.

“They didn’t cope well, we visited your grave every other day, they demanded it”

Wade pulls his mask over his lips, smiling down at you from where your cradled against Logan’s chest

“You have a second chance, take it”

Logan tongues over his teeth, leaning forward to grab a pacifier sat on the coffee table.

“Where do I sleep?”

Wade grins

“With bug, in my room, we’re a little stretched for space so I’ve been bumming it on the couch.”

Logan grunts

“For five years?”

“Yup, couldn’t let them sleep on the couch, so I gave them my bed.”

“Thank you”

Wade nods, leaving the conversation there

“You might want to get them to bed, it’s nearly their bedtime”

Wade checks the time on the tv, it’s nearing 10pm

Logan hefts you up, your head lolling on his shoulder, he walks in the direction of Wade’s room, firmly patting his back in thanks, you sleepily blink, waving to Wade, who waves back, smiling.

Logan gently tucks you under the blankets, smooshing a kiss to your cheeks, handing you your honey badger toy, Logan rummages through Wade’s room before he settles on a pair of sleep shorts, begrudgingly slipping them on. You giggle sleepily when Logan splays out next to you in pink shorts decorated with unicorns, he grumbles, building blankets up around the both of you in the form of a nest, purring at the warmth.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I love the little scent detail you write with cg!logan :33 and him calling reader kit omg <33

Thank you! I kinda nicked the scent thing from the comics, it’s canon that he has a heightened sense of smell! And I know a lot of parents rave about the “baby smell” and that animals scent their baby’s and use it to locate them, so I thought it’d be sweet if Logan enjoyed the smell, like it’s familiar to him.

I’m honestly not completely sure if Wolverine baby’s are called pups or kits, but I enjoy fics where people use the fact he’s called “Wolverine” to give him animal like characteristics, sorry for rambling on but I’m really happy you enjoyed those little things I included :)

Me when someone makes the mistake of complimenting my agere works so I follow them, and comment on their fics in support bc I love being a fan.

I love anyone and everyone that supports my work, and it’s not my fault that my mooties are really good at writing cute fics. Please keep writing stuff so I can act like a supportive mother in the comments, you’re doing great sweeties

Should I start writing for Cyclops? I love him sm, my pookie deserves more love

Heyyyy, i hope you are having a wonderful day, and if not, i hope it gets better

I saw you did a part 2 for worth it and I can't help but want a part 2 for night terror like immediately after the events (like a day or 2) the reader isn't little and comforting logan telling him it wasn't his fault and logans trying to make up for it by over compensating and maybe reader slips again cuz the pain of they're stitches or cuz they feel guilty that logan feels bad because of what he did and it just turns into pure fluff and cuddles by the end

I saw your working on other fics tp so don't feel pressure or anything I just really love your Tumblr thank youuuuuu so much 💗

Night Terrors p2

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader

A/N:Thank you so much Anon! I hope you enjoy this work! I didn’t expect so many people to enjoy Night Terrors considering it was just an offhand idea, but I’m glad ya’ll liked it! ∩^ω^∩

I switched up the request a little bit anon, I hope you still enjoy it.

All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

TW: Logan stresses and feels immensely guilty, slightly description of blood, cuts and bruising.

Logan stares blankly at the tv while you hum drowsily along to the theme tune of the cartoon playing, he clenches his fists when your squirming causes your sleep shorts to ruck up, the gauze peeks through, its dappled with blood.

He clears his throat

“Bee, it’s time to change your bandages.”

You blink up at him, smiling dopily

“Okay pa.”

You wiggle, shifting so Logan can cut off the bandages and replace them.

He drops the first aid kit down next to you in the couch, plopping down onto a stool in front of you, you giggle at the funny picture of his hulking body dwarfing the stool underneath him.

He pushes your shorts away from the gauze, picking up a pair of scissors to cut away the bandage, his hands tremble when the metal touches your skin, blinking out of his haze when you call for him

“Daddy? What’s wrong?”

He rubs a hand over his face

“I can’t believe I let myself hurt you, I’m so sorry honeybee.”

he presses a multitude of kisses on your head, he’s shaken.

“But you didn mean it, you said sorry n it’s all okay now”

Logan blinks, thumbing gently over your kneecap, he smiles at you mournfully

“No, I didn’t mean it, thank you, sweetheart.”

He steadies himself, picking up the scissors to slice through the gauze, he winces at the bloody cuts, the skin around them inflamed and bruising.

He grasps your knee, before swabbing around the stitches with iodine and quickly, sturdily wrapping up your thigh, he gently pats your shin

“All done babydoll.”

You smile, pressing a messy kiss to his bearded cheek, you then start to wring your hands nervously

“Can you decorate the bandage please?”

He huffs through his nose, smiling

“It’ll be coming off tomorrow, you know?”

You nod, stubborn

“Alright bee. Where are your stickers?”

You point to the cabinet under the tv, where all your colouring books and pencils were stored.

His knees creak when he stands, crouching down to retrieve your stickers, he peels a pack open, grunting when he thumps back down onto his stool, you giggle as he fiddles with the stickers, struggling to peel them off of their sheet.

You smile when he gets to work, evenly spreading an amalgamation of different kitten stickers on your thigh, before finally pressing one larger, glittery one to the middle, ever gentle.

“There you go sweets.”

You admire his handiwork, twisting awkwardly to watch the glitter sparkle and glimmer in the light.

“Thank you pa!”

He pushes your hair away from your face, smooshing a kiss to your forehead.

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Logan carries you up the stairs after dinner, your belly full of good, home cooked food. He drops you off in the bathroom.

“Brush your teeth and pee, I’ll get your pyjamas, okay?”

You nod, sleepy.

By the time he’s done, you’re dozing on the toilet seat, wanting to sit down after doing what he told you.

He smiles, gently lifting you again, swiping a smudge of toothpaste off of your cheek.

Logan sets you on the bed, helping you change, before he tucks you under the quilt, pressing a pacifier between your lips and giving you a peck on the cheek

“Sweet dreams honeybee”

You smile dopily, slurring out a

“See you in the mornin papa.”

He nods, smiling gently before moving to leave, swiftly turning around when you cry out

“Where goin?”

He frowns before walking back over, leaning down

“I’m gonna go down stairs and watch some tv, gonna have a cigar bee.”

You make a coughing noise, almost like a gag

“Smell gross”

He laughs lightly

“Yeah, yucky, I know, I won’t be long though, I’ll be here when you wake up, sound good?”

You nod, turning around in the bed to watch him as he closes the door.

You melt into the sheets, knackered.

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You groan, shifting in the bed, pulling your pacifier out of your mouth, you need a glass of water.

Turning to look behind you, cautious that Logan’s behind you, not wanting to wake the man, recognising he needed his rest.

Though the beds empty, the sheets are barely ruffled, cold.

You pitter patter out of bed and down the stairs, careful to skip that one creaky step.

Huffing at the shifting lump on the couch, Logan’s scrunched up on your two seater, grunting in his sleep.

You’re miffed, no longer caring about his ‘rest’ in that moment you gently shake his shoulder, he startles, blinking up at you.

“Bee, what’s the time?”

You furrow your brows, not realising how ridiculous you must appear, one cat sock falling down your leg, wearing matching pyjama shorts and sleep shirt that are both adorned with kittens, one hand on your hip

“Logan, What are you doing?”

“Sleeping?”

You narrow your eyes

“On the couch?”

He huffs, clearly not pleased to be explaining himself

“I knocked out after I smoked my cigar, I had a glass of whiskey, I’m sorry Doll”

You tongue over your teeth, unimpressed

“It doesn’t smell like you smoked, and we haven’t had a bottle of whiskey in the cabin for weeks, why are you really sleeping down here?”

He groans, part impressed and part annoyed that you managed to see through his lies so easily, Logan orients himself, unsure how to articulate himself

“The other night.. it scared me, in a way I’ve never been scared before, waking up to the bedsheets soaked in your blood, your blood caked under my nails, I’ve never felt fear like it.”

You soften, sitting down on the couch next to him

“You had a nightmare Logan, of horrors I couldn’t even fathom, I forgave you, about twice now actually, even though, there’s nothing for me to forgive, it was an accident, you didn’t mean it.”

“An accident that could have cost you your life”

He bites out

“But it didn’t, I know you’re scared, you’re allowed to be scared Lo’, but I’m not, not of you, not ever.”

“You should be”

He grumbles, you groan

“But I’m not! I’d rather have you in the bed, I feel safer when you’re there with me, you’re not doing me any favours by bumming it down here, I don’t need you to be self righteous Logan, I need you to forgive yourself, you cut me once, this has never happened before, I could never happen again.”

“But there’s a chance it will happen again!”

He raises his voice, you’re still not scared though, stubborn as ever, it only spurs you on

“Then we can work through it! I do not want you to be down here, suffering alone, now please, come up to bed with me.”

He mumbles under his breath, but you elect to ignore it, considering he’s standing up, you trot over to the steps, pleased that your consistency payed off.

He lays down on the bed next to you, groaning when his head hit the pillow, you give him a look that screams ‘I told you so’

“Save it.”

He grumbles, you smile, finally, at peace.

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LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

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<RATING: PG, MINOR SCRATCH/BLOOD MENTION>

A/N : Here’s another CG!/Dad!Logan fic with some inspiration from cloudbug08, and a request from an Anonny (THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST 💗) I love bug’s headcanons for CG!Logan heaps, so I included his headcanon of Logan calling you kit :] !!Warning for a minor injury (knee scrape) and a few mentions of blood!!

You and Logan were strolling hand in hand through Walmart. He decided to let you pick out a new stuffie since you haven’t been misbehaving all week. You squeeze Logan’s hand in excitement causing him to chuckle under his breath and smile. The second you spot the section of the store that holds the stuffed animals, you squeal with excitement and run over to the aisle while pulling on Logan’s hand. “C’mon, papa! I wanna get a stuffie! Hurry,” you whine while pulling on his hand. He sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, bub. I’m trying to stay up with you, but you’ve got too much energy for me to keep up with,” he says. You pout at him, letting go of his hand to cross your arms against your chest. He raises his eyebrows while giving you a look that tells you to watch yourself. “Hey now, kid. Don’t get pouty on me. You gotta remember we’re only here because you behaved all week. That could change right now if you don’t drop it,” he says with a gentle voice that still gets the point across. You immediately quit pouting, dropping your arms to your side and reattaching yourself to Logan. “That’s my little kit,” he coos as he brings his hand up to your head and cups your jaw in his palm. You let out a small chirp from his praises, always accepting the sweet words. “Now let’s get you a new friend,” he says, petting the back of your head and walking over to the aisle filled with soft toys.

You and Logan are on his motorcycle now, making your way home. Your new stuffie is secured tightly in your backpack. Your arms squeeze tightly around Logan’s waist. Your body presses against the leather of his bomber jacket, the strong scent of it filling your senses greatly. Your helmet presses against his back while your knees press into him. “We’re almost home, bubs,” he tells you while waiting for the light you’re at to turn green. You nod against him to let you know you heard him.

The two of you arrive home shortly after, Logan pulling into the garage and parking his bike. He gets off first, shaking his head and fixing his hair. He takes your helmet off and smiles at you. “Look at that smile. God, you are too cute,” he compliments while holding out his hand for you to hold. You giggle from his compliment and take his hand. Unfortunately, you trip over your own feet, falling and scraping your knee. From your position on the floor you look up at Logan. “Papa,” you whine as tears brim in your eyes. Logan bites the inside of his cheek and scoops you into his arms. “Oh, baby. Please don’t cry. It’s alright. You’re alright. Just breathe for me, kid,” he pleads before peppering your face with kisses. Your tears stream out of your eyes against your will. Your wrists press against your eyelids as you try your best to wipe away the tears. “Sorry papa,” you mumble pitifully. Logan begins to carry you inside while reassuring you that everything’s okay, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to apologize for.

He sets you down on the couch and looks you over, kneeling to check for any damage done caused by the trip. “Are you hurt, kid? I need you to use your words so papa can help you,” he says while softly pressing his hands against you. “My knee hurts. I think I scratched it,” you hiccup through tears. He nods and moves his hand to your knee, moving the fabric away from your skin. “Awe. You poor thing,” he says at your knee, kissing to slightly scratched flesh. “We gotta patch you up so you don’t get a yucky infection,” he tells you. He pats your thigh before getting up and going to the bathroom so he can clean you up.

He returns with some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and a piece of candy. “Let’s get you cleaned up, kiddo,” he says with a grunt as he settles onto the ground again. You hold you new stuffie tightly in your arms while biting your lip anxiously in anticipation of pain, watching Logan put some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball. “This is gonna sting a little bit,” he warns. He offers his hand to you and you quickly take it. Despite the fact you’re squeezing his hand so hard that your knuckles turn white, he keeps a straight face. He pats the cotton ball against the slightly bloodied skin causing you to whimper in pain. “Papa,” you whine softly as your tears come back to run down your cheeks. “I know, bub. I know. You got this. You’re my brave little kit, ain’t ya,” he asks with a soft smile, squeezing your hand softly. You continue to cry and nod your head in agreement to his question. Before you know it, he’s done cleaning up your knee. It looks so much better; less red and no longer bleeding. He smiles up at you as you pull him against you tightly. He chuckles as his face is squished against your stomach, feeling his heart melt from the affection. “Good as new, kit. Good as new,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to mess with his hair and show your thanks with physical love.

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