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Hello!
I just read your fluff and Spicy Logan headcannons and I really enjoyed them.
I have a Logan request if you don't mind.
I wanted to know your take on Logan hanging around the homestead one quiet day and reader comes home from running errands around town and she is wearing one of his flannels and Logan just realized it.
Thank you!
Logan didn’t expect today to feel any different than usual—just a quiet, routine day working around the house, a bit of repair here, a little fix there. The afternoon sun was dipping lower, casting a warm glow over the yard, when he heard the crunch of gravel under tires. He glanced up, noticing it was your car pulling into the driveway. He felt that subtle spark he always did when he saw you coming home, but this time, something caught him off guard.
You stepped out, hands full of grocery bags, and he noticed you were wearing one of his flannels. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut—in the best way. The shirt looked loose, almost swallowing you, but it hung on you in this endearing, perfect way that made his chest ache.
You didn’t even seem to realize he was staring as you headed toward the porch. “Hey,” you greeted, balancing the bags, giving him that soft smile he couldn’t get enough of. “Managed to grab everything on the list.”
Logan walked over, still too stunned to speak, his gaze fixed on you. When he finally spoke, his voice came out a little rougher than he intended. “You—uh…that’s mine.” His hand reached out, brushing the flannel’s collar lightly, as if he couldn’t quite believe it was real.
You looked down, then back up at him with a grin. “Oh, this?” you teased. “Well, I thought you wouldn’t mind. I mean…you’ve got, what, ten of these?”
He chuckled, but it sounded more like a breath of disbelief than anything else. “Doesn’t matter. Looks better on you than it ever did on me.”
You looked up, catching the unusual softness in his eyes. His hand stayed at your collar, his thumb grazing your neck just enough to make you shiver. He swallowed hard, looking like he was trying to find the right words.
“Logan?” you murmured, a little surprised by how intense his gaze was.
He took a breath, searching your face with a vulnerability he rarely showed. “Just…didn’t expect it to feel like this. You in my clothes. Feels…like home.” His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin with a gentleness that always surprised you.
“Logan…” you whispered, a little taken aback at how deep his words ran.
He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his voice low and soft. “You got no idea what that does to me, darlin’. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”
The words hung between you, and in that moment, Logan felt a peace settle over him he hadn’t felt in years. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close.
“Well, in that case…” you whispered back, “…I might need to borrow a few more shirts.”
He chuckled, holding you tighter. “As long as you’re here, take anything you want.”
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Can I request old man glasses wearing Logan & shy girl with a daddy kink (if you don’t mind of course because I really need that to fill a void in my life rn please and thanks) 🥺
It was a quiet Saturday morning, the kind where the world felt wrapped in a blanket of calm, and you found Logan in the kitchen, already making breakfast. His glasses perched on his nose as he flipped through the newspaper, occasionally pausing to flip a pancake. You hovered in the doorway, too shy to announce yourself, content just to watch him in these small, intimate moments. Finally, he noticed you and raised an eyebrow.
“You gonna keep hidin’, or you want some breakfast, darlin’?” he asked with a hint of a smirk.
You shuffled over, playing with the edge of your sweater, and mumbled, “If… if you don’t mind, daddy.” The title slipped out, quiet but sincere, and you felt your cheeks heat up instantly.
Logan’s expression softened, his smirk fading into a small, affectionate smile. “Don’t need to be shy ‘bout that,” he murmured, reaching out to ruffle your hair before handing you a plate. “Go on, eat up.”
As the day went on, you both found yourselves outside, tending to the garden. Logan would pass you tools, occasionally grumbling about weeds, and you’d laugh quietly at his grouchy commentary. When he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, you noticed his glasses sliding down his nose and smiled, reaching over to gently push them back up.
“There,” you said softly, a little embarrassed but determined. “Can’t have you squinting, daddy.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess I’m gettin’ old if I need you to keep me in line,” he teased, but there was warmth in his voice, a softness he saved just for you. “Guess that makes you my helper, huh?”
As the evening settled in, you both sat together on the porch, watching the sunset in comfortable silence. Logan draped a warm blanket over your shoulders, pulling you close against his side as he adjusted his glasses to look out at the stars. You curled up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.
After a long pause, you murmured, “Thanks for today, daddy.” It was barely more than a whisper, and it still made you feel bashful, but with Logan, it always felt natural. He just squeezed your shoulder, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet night.
“Anytime, darlin’. Just right here with ya.”
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