#thoughts.loganhowlett

[celestiamour]

show me your favorite goofy hugh pics, i’m having a bad day 😭😭 here are some of mine

logan/hugh x reader idea below but imagine

he looks over your shoulder and sees you texting wade/ryan, noticing that the two of you use random ass photos of him as reaction images and then he steals your phone to look through your camera roll and just finds an album of hundreds of ridiculous pictures of him, some where he has no idea when or how you have taken them without him noticing. when he asks about it, he finds out that the two of you trade them like pokémon cards and spend at fifteen minutes of your hangouts showing each other new ones taken or old ones that make you burst out laughing without fail

i think of this because my cousin and i do that with photos of our cats

[celestiamour]

thinking about wade and the reader explaining to logan how mpreg and alpha/beta/omega dynamics work to torture him

[celestiamour]

i should be allowed to sleep with an emotional support grumpy 200 year old dilf with swoopy kitty hair tuffs who could kill me in an instant but has undying love for me despite all the scars in his heart for cuddling and horny purposes, i think i deserve it

[celestiamour]

your heart aches for your old man, but you also wonder if it would burst from how much it swelled with love when you held him close.

he sits with a smoking cigar hanging loosely from his lips and the television playing in the background, unwinding after a long day. you sit in his lap, arms wrapped around his built frame and face hidden in the crook of his neck, ignoring how the scruff of his beard tickles your sensitive skin. it’s so warm in his embrace, like bring wrapped up in a fluffy blanket next to an open fire.

you press feather-light kisses on his weary skin, hands tangling into his greying hair to tilt his head up for easier access to his lips. “i love you, logan…”

he doesn’t say it back even though he’s willing to kiss you back, but you don’t expect him to because you know he’s too afraid of you slipping through his fingers like sand if he admits his attachment. you don’t really mind either, perfectly content with resting your head on his broad chest to hear his steady heartbeat. you just want to remind him just in case he started doubting himself again.

as you drift off to sleep, you can feel his large hand on your thigh drawing shapes of all sorts on your skin: circles, squiggles, letters of his name, hearts, lots of hearts. when your breathing settles into a pattern of soft sighs, he carries you into bed and sleeps there with you, not having the heart to force you to let go of him when he knows that you couldn’t sleep without his touch.

[celestiamour]

thinking about logan giving you handmade jewelry, a nice necklace. it's something simple, probably silver, a cute charm that reminded him of you dangling from a chain he strung together himself. he's a skilled handyman, but he's clumsy when handling such a delicate little thing with his large hands worn around the edges trying to bend the tiny pieces of metal together using a rusty pair of pliers. it took him a long time and a lot of claims that he would give up, thinking he should just buy you something nice instead, but he persisted. it's a little crooked if you look closely, but it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen— enough to make tears well up and make you bawl your eyes out while he insists it isn't a big deal. it's the biggest deal to you, you'll wear it for as long as you'll live. even if this love isn't forever for any reason, the impact he has left on you is.

[celestiamour]

asking logan howlett for a hug, not because you need one, but because you know that he does. hold him tightly, feel him melt into your touch, stroke his hair, kiss his weary eyes, remind him how much you love him