would you ever write for logan huntzberger!!<3

HELL MOTHERFUCKIN YEAH BITCH!!!!!!!! okay I have a oneshot planned for this but it's not gonna be an immediate thing so don't hold your breath for that but ANYWAY

one thing Logan will absolutley not stand for is you sleep depriving yourself. not if you actually have trouble sleeping bc that's different but when it's voluntairy?? when you push yourself to stay up late and get up early?? god help you. god help Logan tbh. he tried to be chill about it, he really did. but after one of your many, many sleepovers with Logan, you forgot to shut one of your phone alarms off. you tried to turn it off before he woke up, and you thought you'd succeeded. Logan still slept peacefully next to you, lying on his back with one arm wrapped around you and one resting over his face. you knew you should go back to sleep, it's early and he kept you up so late last night, but the sight of your unending notifications is too much to resist. you're just going to check your work email really quick. and maybe your texts, just in case there was an emergency or something. and maybe start proof reading that doccument you need to get ready. you reach over, careful not to wake Logan, and grab the bluetooth keyboard you keep in your bag. it might seem overkill to some, but the sooner you edit this doccument, the sooner you can move on to the next- uh, go to bed. totally. that's totally your plan. Logan, however, is not asleep. he watches you out of one eye, keeping the other shut. after a few minutes, you really show no signs of stopping. knowing that you have all your stuff set to autosave and backed up to a cloud, he reaches over, picking up your keyboard.

"Nope." his voice is groggy with sleep as he sets it on his night table. "Too early for that."

the way you blush when you realize he's up is so cute he's tempted to... keep you up again. instead he grabs your phone as you sputter out a protests, unable to avoid a flustered giggle at how protective he is over you, over your time and your health, at how he helps you enforce your boundaries.

"It's too early, ace."

his voice is more affectionate this time as he turns on do not disturb, then sets your phone on his night table.

"but- what if there's, like, an emergency or something?" you ask, and it sounds flimsy even to you. he pulls you effortlessly into him, adjusting the blankets the way he knows you like.

"a work emergency?" he asks, and you nod. he smiles a little, blinking with sleep as he settles you down. he presses a kiss to your nose before responding. "they'll call me."

you seem unsatisfied with this answer, but he feels you relax into him, feels your breathing slow down.

"and I'll tell you all about it, first thing."

you can't complain at that, and he punctuates his point with a kiss to your forehead. as if there was any doubt that Logan always has your back, especially regarding how much sleep you get, the last thing you hear before you drift off again is his voice, somehow sleepy and firm and full of love all at once.

"get some sleep, ace."

FIDCHL GETTING A NEW SKIN

me: *introduces a woman character* at least one of my friends: OMG WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN AWWOGA HUMMANA HUMMANA AWOOGA WWOOAAA AAAHHHH

(the Diluc) THANKIE AWAA AWOOGA

YWYWWYYWWYWYYW!! AWWOGA

whoa pixar really went

THIS IS ABOUT MESTRUATION AWOOGA AWOOGA ACTUAL PADS ON-SCREEN AND REFERENCES TO CRAMPS AWOOG AWWOGA THIS IS NOT A DRILL

and I for one appreciate that

LYNN my sweet sunshine, for the fmk alternatives: number 6 with Rayleigh, Ace and Lucci? <3

ACKKK LALE NOT LUCCI MY WEAK SPOT MY MEOW MEOW ok. tysm for the ask <3 LMAO

i'd go clothes shopping with lucci because he's got DRIPPP!! he even matches with hattori, he's just so 😩😩😩. he can wear anything and make it look good. and honestly i just wanna dress up for him, show him some outfits 👀. the way he smirks seeing my fits is AAAAAAA AWOOGA AWWOGA AND IMAGINE HE WALKS OUT OF THE FITTING ROOM WEARING WHATEVER 💗💥💥💥. anyways, ehem, next.

ikea shopping with ace!! because i KNOW he's the type to lay on the bed to "test" them out. IKEA FOOD DATES >>>> look, we're both broke, and ikea food is MWAH. and honestly every moment with him is a core memory, he reminds me of a friend of mine. i and he will ride those box cart thingies and crash laughing our asses off. we will def get kicked out and maybe banned from our local ikea <3.

of course, grocery shopping for emotional support dilf rayleigh <33. there's just something about grocery shopping that is SOOO DOMESTIC AND IM ALL ABOUT THOSE DOMESTIC SHIT. and y'know rayleigh + domestic scenarios are 💗💥💥💥. watch him get worried and disappointed seeing the amount of junk and sweets in our cart and you see the other half of the cart with alcohol 🗿. and coming home with rayleigh carrying groceries and preparing a meal after while drinking newly bought wine just hits the right fucking spot 😭.

vampire!Leo. you enter your apartment and flick on the lights, only to be met with someone thrown casually on your couch. you let out a sharp noise that's somewhere between a gasp and a scream, jumping back on instinct as your adrenaline spikes. he chuckles softy, flashing his dangeorusly sharp teeth that hide behind pretty lips as your brain catches up.

"You know, I thought that was you coming up the stairs..." he says lightly. you refrain from rolling your eyes and throw your jacket at him. he catches it with no effort. you knew he would, but that didn't stop you from making such a... human gesture. such a natual show of annoyance at his attitude and constant presance that you're growing more and more fond of, even if you don't want to admit it.

"of course it's me," you retort, "I'm the only one with a key, smartass..." as much as you might try, you can't mask your excitement to see him with annoyance. he fidgets with the buttons on your jacket, glancing back up at you with piercing eyes such a deep shade of red it makes you think of wine, or pomegranites, or... blood, you suppose. he runs his tongue over his teeth, and it amazes you that he doesn't cut himself on his fangs.

"house keys aren't that hard to make." he shrugs, and you scoff. before you can reply, you notice his gaze lingers on you. he smirks even more, looking you up and down.

"what?" you ask. he looks at you like he knows something, like he just got told 'hey, my friend thinks you're really cute'. there's something in his eyes, a hunger that starts to make itself more known below his playful - dare you say, cocky - smirk.

"your heart's still pounding."

with a soft woosh, he stands in front of you in an instant, knocking the air from your lungs as he brings his face closer to you. his slender fingers guide your head softly to the side as he lowers his lips to your ear slowly. his skin is cool to the touch as it soaks up your warmth. now you can really feel it; your heart beats louder and harder in your chest as his lips brush your skin, the tips of his fangs almost grazing along your neck. he presses his nose against your pulse, inhaling deeply before letting his breath fan over your skin and drawing a shudder all the way up your spine. when he speaks, his voice is lower than before, but you still hear every word loud and clear.

"it smells good..."