#wolverine thoughts

I need to sit on Logan's face :(

yes, that 200 year old man does purr

yes, that 200 year old man makes biscuits

yes, that 200 year old man loves fitting in smaller spaces

yes, that 200 year old man does hisses

yes, that 200 year old man does licks his lovers to show affection

A little thought I had about this 🥺 I just want to comfort him so much 🥺

Logan x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

When Logan wakes up from a nightmare it takes him some time to become grounded again. His claws are out and he's breathing hard and his heart is racing. He always had to deal with them by himself and it was hard, but he managed. Then you came along and you made him feel so safe. You being so close when he was sleeping caused his nightmares to stop almost entirely. He would still have them at times but they were far less frequent now. He was able to focus on you when he was falling asleep instead of the bad things that would normally plague his mind.

Logan was hesitant to let you sleep with him at first. He was afraid that he would end up hurting you when he was having a nightmare or when he would wake up and not be completely there mentally. He wanted to protect you from himself. You always assured him that you would be fine though. He tried to sleep on the couch the first time you stayed with him but you said no. You insisted that you wouldn't take his bed and let him sleep out there alone. So he caved and slept with you in his bed. He tried to stay awake but he failed. And to his surprise he didn't have any of those horrible nightmares. It was the first peaceful sleep he'd had in so long and he couldn't remember the last time he woke up feeling safe and rested.

You weren't afraid of him and he thought you were a little crazy not to be.

Something disgusting and unwanted doing nothing but laying on the ground. Occasionally we may get picked up and brought to new pieces via the bottom of someone else's shoe. We may stick to them for a bit, but we still are nothing more then shit. When we are discovered, we are met with disgust and quick removal. Discarded again, with less of us remaining behind. The process continues over and over again, each time we are wiped from the bottom of another shoe there is less of us remaining.