Bro, We Are Homies . Its Ok To Infodump To Me . Im Ur Friend . I Love You . And Your OCs. Bro, We Are

Bro, We Are Homies . Its Ok To Infodump To Me . Im Ur Friend . I Love You . And Your OCs. … Bro, We Are Drawing Eachother Fanart Now . . No Dont Stop Randomly Messaging Me Bro .. Bro … 

Kisses his stupid cowl

ok lets imagine this tho:

Lumberjack!Logan coming home to after a long day

You loved living the simple life and when you needed a thrill you just turned to your husband. You liked the schedule, waking up at six am, sometimes it takes you an hour to wake up and sometimes you read or did some yoga until Logan was done working out. The two of you going out for a walk before coming home to make breakfast. He'd go to work, and you'd work around the house. While writing, playing music, usually painting either a wall, canvas, or furniture. You also loved having the cats, he doesn't know how you convinced him to get three cats, but you had. You usually met Logan for lunch, bringing him food, sometimes you get takeout and other times you make him a dish.

You'd see later in the afternoon, usually filled with different activities around town, a lot of people watching while writing. You'd get home to wash up, making yourself look pretty and wash up for Logan. You knew that he didn't care and most days you didn't have it in you to smell all nice and look pretty. Logan thought you looked beautiful in nothing but one of his t-shirts. But you felt good when he was all over you, complimenting the work you put into your appearance, into the house. Telling you that he was lucky, that you didn't need to do anything but focus on yourself. Because Logan was so supportive of you, it was easy for you to be supportive of him.

You sat on the couch with your book in your hands, smelling the beef and noodles crockpot meal you were making as you heard the rumble of Logan's truck. You felt your heart pick up in your chest as a smile curved on to your face. You slipped your bookmark into the pages, sitting it on the coffee table. Walking over to the front door, you swing it open as Logan opens the screen door. A smile curving his face as his hand comes back to push his shaggy hair away from his face. Setting down his toolbag before he scooped you up into his arms. You giggled as your arms wrap around his neck as his lips connect with yours in a soft kiss, as he sniffed the air. "I missed you, smell good too."

"Only saw me a couple hours ago."

"I know, still missed you." Logan grumbled, as he kicked the door close. You smiled as you grabbed at his jacket as he slipped off his boots. "Stop taking care of me." He grunted, his large palm making contact with your butt with a 'thack' sound, a giggle erupting from your lips.

"Only when you do." You retorted, as his green eyes rolled, as he let you go before walking towards the couch. Your eyes scanned his tall frame before pinching his butt then climbing on to his back, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"Fucking spider monkey." Logan grunted, laughter bellowing out from his stomach before he rolled you over his shoulder. You huffed out into the laughter when you landed on your back on the couch. Looking up at your boyfriend, his hand on his stomach and a grin plastered on his handsome face. He leant down, his overgrown brown hair falling in front of your eyes as he softly connects your lips even when you were upside down. Your hand came up to trace the wrinkles on his face as you pursed your lips against his.

When you parted from his lips, you rolled your body over but kept your eyes on his, your hand coming to his shirt, fisting the fabric to bring his lips to yours. "Your spider monkey?" You whispered, a small smile on your lips and humor sparkling in your eyes, the look that made Logan fall deeper and deeper in love with you.

"Always baby, you're my girl." Logan affirmed, as he wrapped his strong arms around you before sitting on the couch. You naturally rested in his arms as he settled into the warmth of the couch, pressing your nose to his shirt to smell the cigar's he'd been puffing on during the day. The smell of their future supper and your comforting smell, filling his senses as you cuddled into his neck. His hand moved up and down your back as he held you close, finally wounding down his day with his girl in his arms.

tags: @ohtobemare @jessjessmarvelandhp@chronicallybubbly @delicateholland @bubblegumholland @mega-kittyglitter-1 @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes @onlybunss

note: just wanna be a lil housewife in the most feminist way i swear