#howlett

“Daddy’s home!” our eldest squealed, scrambling to her feet.

I barely had time to set my mug down before Hugh walked in, towering as always, that familiar, warm smile tugging at his lips. But tonight, it wasn’t just him—it was him holding something.

A mask.

Not just any mask—the Wolverine mask.

“Look what I’ve got!” Hugh’s deep voice rumbled playfully as he held it high above his head like a trophy.

Our son’s eyes widened. “No way!” He launched himself toward Hugh, and our daughter wasn’t far behind, giggling with the kind of joy only children have.

I couldn’t help but laugh as Hugh crouched down, slipping the mask over his head with exaggerated slowness. “Rrrr,” he growled, crouching low and wiggling his fingers like claws. “Who’s ready for Wolverine?”

The kids shrieked in delight, darting away as Hugh lumbered after them, arms outstretched, pretending to swipe with invisible claws. Their laughter filled the room, bouncing off the walls, and I felt my chest tighten with that familiar, overwhelming love. This—this was everything.

“Daddy, over here!” our daughter squealed from behind the couch. Hugh prowled dramatically, circling like a predator, before pouncing and scooping her up in his arms. She wriggled and laughed, her tiny hands tugging at the mask.

“Careful, careful!” Hugh chuckled, adjusting it. “Wolverine doesn’t like having his mask stolen.”

Our son ran in to “save” his sister, and suddenly all three of them were tangled in a heap on the floor, laughter echoing around the house. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, just soaking it in. This was Hugh at his core—not the actor, not the star. Just… Hugh. Their dad. My husband.

“Alright, alright, Wolverine’s getting defeated by two very strong superheroes,” Hugh panted, dramatically flopping onto his back while the kids clambered over him. “You win!”

The kids cheered, triumphant, their cheeks flushed. I finally stepped in, my voice teasing. “Dinner’s going to get cold if Wolverine doesn’t get off my rug.”

Hugh tilted his head back, mask still on, and looked at me upside down. “You heard her, kids. Even superheroes need to eat.”

Reluctantly, the little ones slid off him, still buzzing with excitement. As they darted toward the dining table, Hugh pushed himself up to standing, tugging the mask off with one hand. His hair stuck up slightly from the static, and he grinned at me with that boyish mischief that hadn’t dulled a bit since the day I met him.

“You enjoyed that,” I said softly, stepping closer.

He shrugged, placing the mask on the side table. “What can I say? Makes me feel ten years younger.” He glanced toward the kids and lowered his voice, leaning in just for me. “And I think they liked it.”

I smirked, brushing my fingers over the mask before letting my eyes meet his. “Oh, I liked it too.”

His brow quirked, that playful spark flickering instantly. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm” I leaned in closer, whispering just against his ear so the kids wouldn’t hear. “You should… maybe keep it on. Later. When it’s just us.”

I could feel the sharp inhale he tried to disguise as a chuckle, his body tensing for a beat before he turned his head, eyes locking onto mine with that look. The one that promised so much without a single word spoken.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, his lips brushing the corner of my smile.

I pulled away with an innocent shrug, already turning toward the table. “Just giving Wolverine a mission for after dinner.”

Behind me, I heard his quiet laugh, low and knowing.

And as I sat down across from the kids, helping them with their plates, I caught Hugh’s gaze from the other end of the table. The mask sat between us on the sideboard, a silent promise. He raised an eyebrow, and I couldn’t stop the heat that rushed to my cheeks.

“Guys, meet Y/N.”

You hated it already. I was forcing you to meet people, and everyone he introduced you to gave you the side eye. Some didn’t even say hi. Except Kurt.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” Kurt was the first one to step away from the small group of kids, then he outstretched his arms to hug you, causing you to have to uncross your arms and embrace it. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yea, I’ve been busy.” You tell him quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear you.

“Well these are my other friends.” He nods towards the small group of people. “Storm, Jane, Havok, and Cyclops.” They awkwardly wave towards you, but the one named “Havok” smirks down at you. Charming. You roll your eyes a little.

“You don’t have to call me Havok, Alex works too.” He tells you, reaching his hand out and letting you shake it.

“We’re going to the mall later, would you like to come with us?” Kurt asks you, but instead of answering, you turn your head to look towards Logan.

“Her and I have plans, maybe another day. I was gonna show her around, she hasn’t really gotten to go anywhere so I figured I’d take her out.” He reaches his hand up, and gently places his palm on your shoulder.

“Oh okay, maybe another time then.” Kurt sounded disappointed, but you paid no mind to it. You could finally go out in public without being stared at or hated.

“Well, it’s nice seeing you youngins, but she and I are gonna get going.” Logan looks back down at you and you smile softly, still feeling awkward.

After saying some goodbyes and exchanging a few more words, the two of you finally turned around to leave and then you weren’t so sure you’d be able to socially enjoy yourself outside the mansion anyways. But Logan seemed excited, and you didn’t want to ruin that.

Now he was standing outside of your room, waiting for you to get ready for the day. You weren’t exactly sure what style was popular, you had been stuck in the mansion for over two years now after all, so you just threw on whatever you felt would be acceptable for going to the mall.

Just a simple grey sweater and your favourite black short skirt, then you threw your hair up into a messy bun before shoving your phone in your pocket. You don’t have a pocket though. You bite your lip with some frustration as you realise your skirt didn’t have a pocket. “Damnit.” You mumble. You didn’t have a purse either since you never expected to leave the mansion anytime soon. You can do without your phone for the day. You tell yourself, opening a drawer and stuffing your phone inside before closing it and checking yourself in the mirror.

“All ready?” You nod, then begin walking down the hall with him to the entrance of the mansion. “We're just gonna go out shopping a little then we’ll get some snacks and come back, shouldn’t take too long.” He tells you.

“Uh, okay.” You twiddle your thumbs in front of you nervously. “Sounds good.” You chuckle awkwardly, then follow him to one of the cars in the parking lot.

It was a rusted old ford pickup truck. You honestly hadn’t expected anything more from him, you definitely didn’t expect some Honda Civic or more clean and collected car. HillBilly it is.

He uses his key to open the driver's door and as you pull on the handle to the passenger side it doesn’t open and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Then he reaches for the door from the driver's side and unlocks it for you before you step in and sit down. The seat was hot from the truck sitting in the sun all day. “What kind of music do you like?” He asks you, turning on the engine. “Or do you prefer the quiet?”

This literally couldn’t feel any more awkward for you as you felt your chest tighten up, like you were already doing something wrong. “Nothing really in specific.” You tell him, and he turns a radio dial on the dash until some country music starts playing. Fuck this is so awkward.

The ride was awkward. There were maybe a total of ten words spoken. There was so much traffic. And one of the roads was closed, adding about an extra twenty minutes of awkward silence. It literally could not get any worse. You tell yourself as he finally pulls into the parking lot at the mall, somehow managing to find a spot near the front, surprising you considering how damned busy it was just on the sidewalks.

You both stepped out of his truck, and you immediately went to his side, staying by him like a child who’s reliant on their dad to keep them safe. You see him smile out of the corner of your eye before he hangs his arm around the back of your neck, leading you to the front of the mall. You figured it couldn’t be THAT bad, right? Oh my fucking God why are there so many people holy shit bring me home. Was the very first thought that ran rampant in your mind. The moment the automatic doors opened they welcomed you into a living and breathing hot and sweaty circus of hell.

There were people who didn’t bother you so much, they were just walking with a few bags in their hands and minding their own business. Then there were families which honestly only raised the body heat in the building as they ran around trying to catch up to their sons and daughters. But the most annoying of all were the little stands in the middle of the mall and next to the escalators that were blasting music as they sold little simple things like fidget spinners or Mario plushies that looked like they had been through war.

It was only when someone got in your face with a coupon that you finally broke and stopped, then stared up at Logan. “I don’t like it, I wanna-”

“It’s a lot busier than usual.” He tells you, shoving his hands in his pockets. He knew you wanted to leave, and that it was a lot. But he was determined to walk you through the mall. “So what store should we go into first? Maybe we can get you something? Do you like jewellery? Or a purse maybe?” He throws some ideas at you, attempting to distract you from your inner turmoil.

And of course, it works.

“Uh yea, sure. I mean, I don’t really know any stores, I honestly wouldn't know where to go.”

“Okay, well let's start with something simple, there's a clothing store just down there.” He tells you, nodding his head past you, in the previous direction you were walking in.

“Okay…” You whisper, then step back to his side as you two continue your walk down to the store he was talking about. You hated it, but he was trying so hard to make you feel included.

“Excuse me ma’am, would you like a free sample?” A man asked you, holding a large silver pizza plate in front of you just as you had begun your walk. “It’s sweet, and everyone does say you are what you eat!” He says excitedly and you can’t help but think he sounds like a clown from a movie.

“Uh, no-”

“What is it?” Logan steps forward, letting go of your hand which you hadn’t even realised he was holding, to grab two of the little cups, handing you one.

“They’re cinnamon rolls. Just like the normal ones, but they’re mini.” He tells you both. Watching as Logan takes a bite out of his, and you hesitate at first but then take a small bite out of yours.

“Good?” Logan asks you, and he stares as you use your tongue to lick some of the icing off of your lip. He seemed hypnotised before you nodded your head to answer his question.

“If you’d like to buy the bigger version, you can get two for $7 if you go to Jackie's Pastries on the second floor.” The other man tells you, then swiftly walks away to a family, offering each of them a sample and he laughs as a younger child takes three.

“Wanna get some? They’re good?” He grabs your hand gently again, but you notice this time, of course, you don’t say anything about it.

“Sure, they taste good.”

“Good, I’ll lead the way.” He tells you before taking small steps to match your speed and he makes his way to an escalator. God did you hate escalators and elevators.

“Are there no normal stairs?” You ask him nervously.

“No, they’re becoming more modern as we speak.” He tells you before stepping onto the next stair that comes out of the track, and you make an anxious and quick step forward with him, putting you both on the same stair, causing you to sort of mush against his side as his hand gently squeezes yours a little tighter. You clench your jaw in embarrassment, you’ve never felt more exposed and awkward in your life.

“So what would you like?” He asks you, as you both wait in line, by the time you were behind the last five people, you had unconsciously held his right hand with both of your hands, but you still hadn’t even noticed it. “Just the cinnamon rolls, or something else?”

“Uh…” You take a deep breath in, and look up at the sign above the workers as one of the people ahead of you order icecream and waffle cones, drizzled with chocolate syrup. “Yea, I think?”

“You think?” He chuckles a little, looking down at his hand wrapped in both of yours as you unconsciously pick at his skin. Another thing you would feel ashamed of if you noticed. “How about we get you a cinnamon joy bowl.” He tells you. “It’s got cookie dough ice cream, a cinnamon bun on top, and 3 french toast sticks on the side all drizzled with vanilla icing.” He tells you. Sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen. 

“Sure.” End me faster you delicious snack. You both step forward as you’re next in line.

“Anything to drink?” You shrug. “How about just some water.” You nod, and he sighs a little, then the people ahead of you finish ordering as well, leaving you both in line now. “Hey, can we get a cinnamon bowl with two scoops of icecream and then water? Thank you.” He tells the cashier up front, then he pays and you both step away, letting the person behind you order next as you both stand waiting for his name to be called, and you continue to unconsciously pick at his hand with your thumb.

“So after this, we can stop by a toy store I think you’ll love?”

“Uh, okay.”

“Are you still nervous?”

“What? What makes you think I’m nervous?” You chuckle, and he looks down at your hands. “Oh, oh I’m so sorry…” You apologise quickly as you move your hands and see the little red spot you’ve created on the back of his hand. “I didn’t even realise I was-”

“It’s okay, bub.” He laughs lightly, then swings his arm around you again and pulls you in close to his side. “I’ve had much worse.” He jokes, making you laugh a little. Why would you laugh at that? He’s literally been shot!

“Logan?” A voice says, bringing your attention to the worker behind the counter holding the bowl of sweets, and Logan drops his arm to hold your hand again and pulls you with him to retrieve it.

“Thank you ma’am.” Then he takes you away from the counter, constantly leading you around, knowing you’d stand like a sitting duck if he wasn’t by your side this entire time.

“Try it. Any good?” He asks you, walking over to a metal table with two seats, dragging a chair back for you to sit in.

“Thank you. Yes, it’s good.” You tell him, sitting down and placing the little bowl on the table in the middle, handing him the second spoon and watching him as he takes the plastic off of his spoon.

You both relaxed for about thirty minutes, just shoving your mouth with sweets. You don’t even notice how he takes small bites, letting you take the bigger bites to make sure you eat at least some of it. And you eat a lot of it, not even noticing how he lets you have the majority. He knew it would for sure brighten your mood to have some food and sweets in your body.

As soon as you were both done,he stood up and threw the empty bowl in the trash. Ugh… This is so awkward. You keep telling yourself it’ll get better, but of course, it doesn’t.

The entire trip to the mall, from getting into his truck to leaving the mall in the late afternoon was nothing but awkward for you. Your anxiety got the best of you, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe at times. The only time you actually were excited was when he took you to a little shop called “Build a Bear.”

It was stressful. To the point where you wouldn’t be able to recollect the memories even if you wanted to. As you both returned to the truck, you finally started coming back to your head. With your arms crossed you watched as he put a few bags worth of items on the back seats. There had been a few conversations on the way back, which you had brainlessly answered, not a single actual thought had been on your mind, you were just so emotionally exhausted and your brain only registered a few moments. But the last conversation to end the trip was the most conversation you think you’d had.

“You like that bear huh?” He chuckles a little as he puts the truck in park and looks down at your lap, the little brown build a bear wearing a tutu sitting on your legs.

“Yea…” You say quietly, then look up at him.

“You okay, bub?” He asks, reaching over and resting his hand on the seat behind your head.

“Yea, why?”

“You seem… I don’t know…”

“Sorry… I’m just really tired… We were out for a while.” You say nervously, leaning back in your seat and playing with the little bear by moving his hands a little.

“It’s alright.” He smiles softly, then gently pushes some of your hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face from looking down. “Lets get inside, it’s getting dark out.” He grunts a little as he gets out of the truck and you get out a moment after.

He walks you to your room and sets the bags down for you. “Thank you.” You mumble.

“Of course.” He looks back down at you, still holding the bear in your hands as you stared mindlessly at the floor where the bags were. “Well, I hope you sleep well tonight. Sorry if I put too much on you.”

“Oh, no. You didn’t put too much on me, I had fun. Plus I needed to get out.” You laugh a little and he smiles, something you realised he does only when you’re smiling or laughing.

“Good, good. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, in class. I’m substituting for Xavier so you’ll have two classes with me.” He sighs a little.

“Oh, okay. Then yea, see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, bub.” He hugs you from the side, and you only lean into the hug, then he starts walking to your door to leave your room, but stops with his hand on the doorknob. “Oh, one more thing, can I ask you something?” He turns around, his hand falling from the knob.

“Uh yea, of course what’s up?”

“Do you have any zip ties?” He tilts his head a little in question. “I know that’s a weird question, I was just curious.” He adds.

“Uh yea, they’re in my closet somewhere, hold on.” You tell him, placing you bear on your bed for a moment to walk into your closet.

You checked some shelves and drawers, not finding anything. But you knew you had some in your closet. Where did I put you..? You ask yourself, then your hand comes across a bag of long green zip ties, you remember you had used them for some projects since they were easier to notice than plain white or black ties.

“Does it matter what… colour they are?” You ask him, stepping out of your closet and closing the closet door slowly as you see him holding your bear. “I uh, have these green ones but that’s it.” You tell him, and he sets your bear up on your desk, facing the room.

“Nah, colour doesn't matter. I should only need like six though.” He says, noticing you were holding a bag of about thirty ties.

“Oh okay here.” You count as you take them out of the bag, only six, and then hand them to him. “What do you need them for?” You laugh a little, what could he possibly need zip ties for?

“Oh well I have my own home away from the mansion, I just needed something to be tied up.” He tells you nonchalantly. “Anyways, thank you darlin’, I appreciate it. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You smiled softly up at him, his eyes looked almost black as he stared down at you.

“See you tomorrow.”

Then he leaves, closing the door behind him which you promptly lock so nothing else can bother you for the rest of the day, while you were going to be sleeping. Taking one look at the bags of items he purchased for you, you quickly decided you would deal with it tomorrow.

You reached behind you and took the back of your shirt in your hands before pulling it over your head, then removed your little skirt and discarded both clothes items in your little basket of dirty laundry. Then you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, which you threw on top of your sweater and skirt before walking over to your desk, reaching for one of the washed tank tops in your clean laundry pile just sitting on your chair, but a quiet clicking sound catches your attention. You look up, and see nothing, so you assume your neighbours are doing something, then you begin to put your top on, reaching up to get it on, and you hear another click. What is that stupid sound? You wonder, looking over at your desk. Then you realise it’s probably your phone, which you just remember you had shoved into your desk before leaving this morning. So you stop freaking out, and take the phone out, immediately going to silence it, but it was already silenced. You assume it was just a glitch, then turn all of your lights out and finally crawl under the covers of your bed.

Logan Howlett

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

I feel like Logan would show you affection when you two would be alone

You can't blame him, he needs to keep up his though persona

He would love to hold your hand in public and hug you but don't expect nothing more (maybe a quick peck before leaving on a mission)

When you're all alone it's a different story- he would be all over you, finding comfort in your arms

"Kiddo, not here.... well, okay but just a hand.."

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

YoungLogan! with Rogue? Do I need to say more? He would be the most protective person ever

Logan would love to spend time with you, dropping his grumpy attitude

Whatever you need, a hug, a shoulder to cry on or just a partner in crime; he's here

"I will take care of you."

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

At first you will have to pull his sleeve until he just agrees and gives you cuddles

When Logan finally drops his guard down he would be a literal cuddle monster, he just looks rlly touchy to me

When he needs comfort he would squeeze right against you, muttering a small "sorry" for squishing you too hard

Your head against his toned chest, softly rising with his breathing, finally safe and sound

"Oh, sorry dear I just really missed you."

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Right now his thoughts are occupied with saving the humankind and helping others

If the world was a safer place he would already have a small hut with you and your kids/pets

With some talk and understanding, Logan would agree with such a normal and calm life, happy to settle down with you

I feel like he would be the sweetest about it, happy to finally live like a normal person

"You know what, love... I think we deserve to take some time for ourselves."

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He already lost a lot of people he looked up to/loved so I think this would be impossible in his mind

If he had to break up with you, he would do it mostly because he wants to protect you (or because he thinks he's not enough)

Logan is a grown man, he would sit you down and explain it to you

"Look... I'm just scared they will hurt you.."

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said, his mind is occupied with other stuff but once everything settles down, sure

He loves the idea of you two being engaged, actually- he dreams about it

Logan would find the prettiest ring, immediately thinking about you and your soft smile

I feel like he would be a bit awkward while asking you, trying to push down his -softie- side (mission failed)

"Uhh.. I.. I wanted to ask you-"

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Logan would act like you're made out of porcelain

He would be so gentle as if you'd break at any given moment

Soft touches, caresses and kisses, not to hurt his precious lover

He even talks in full whispers around you just don't others notice

"Come here love, just carefully."

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

Bear hug. No questions asked.

Logan would wrap his big arms around you, gently squeezing and bringing your body closer to his

His muscular arms trapping you against his chest as he leans down and kisses your forehead

He could stay like this for a while, not caring who stares at him

"I'm here dear. it's gonna be okay, shhh."

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

At first he just nodded at you or kissed you as a response

The first time Logan said "I love you" was after a mission, returning home and being deathly scared for your well being

Seeing you safe and sound in your house, he would run to the door, picking you up and spinning you in his arms

"Oh my God, you're okay... I love you so so much."

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yes. Just yes.

He would be really jealous, more than an average person

Logan wouldn't be controlling or toxic, he would just simply give nasty looks from afar (maybe even flash a claw or two)

When he would sense the things getting weirder and the person beside you getting closer, man would just appear out of thin air

His dorky and mean comments would shoo the other person away but you can't blame him, you love him either way

"They were so boring, right?....right?"

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

Logan is a simple man, kisses on his lips, cheek, neck, he loves it

No matter where- if he can feel your lips, he's a happy man

I feel like his kisses would be kinda rough, just trying to taste you and enjoy the sweet taste of your lips

He would probs get grumpy if you don't greet him with a kiss

"Oh yeah, and where's my kiss at?"

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

He tolerates kids if they don't annoy him much

Logan is a great person and would make a great dad to your kid but no pressure, if you're in- he's in too

If you don't want kids and prefer paw-kids, no problem! He can be a cat/dog dad instead!

"Aww that's so cut-HEY DON'T TOUCH DADDY'S CLAWS!"

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy kisses and embraces as the sun softly shines through the windows

Logan is not a morning person, he enjoys laying around and rolling in warm bed with you in his arms

I'm sure he's the type to drag you back down in bed when you try to get up, kissing you lazily

Poor man stays in bed for too long since he doesn't get good nights sleep

"What? Is my hair weird again?"

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

Since he's been with you, his night terrors are getting better

Logans sleeping is fixed a bit, still having nightmares sometimes but your warm body next to his always calms him down

When you'd hear him whimpering or feel him tossing around, just hug the poor man and hear his breathing go back to normal, his claws pulling back

"Did I do it again? Damn...sorry baby.."

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would take some time till his guard falls down

He is used to people using him or toying with him so he doesn't really trust you in an instant when he met you

When Logan noticed your pure intentions and understanding, he begins to open and soon enough you're sitting on his lap and he's telling you his life story

"And then, we saw him. A new mutant called Deadpool, so what happened next is-"

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

It's Logan we're talking about

He can get pretty angry but if that's the case- he will excuse himself to get a breath of fresh air to calm him down

If you are in a fight he would try to sort it out after having a little break, apologising and talking it out like a real man

Just be sure, whatever you say or do you will NEVER anger him to the point where he would shoot out his claws

"Wait a minute kid, you got it all wrong, let me."

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember the most important things like special dates, some preferences and so

You can't blame him, he's got a lot on his mind so he can forget a thing or two

He knows a lot about you but some details might slip from his mind

Nonetheless you love him so you can't blame the poor busy man

"Wait...you REALLY said that earlier?"

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite moment was when you first comforted him about his night terrors

Logan remembers it vividly, it was midnight and he was having -one of those nights-, everything was dark, full of screams and cries of pain, he was shaking, his claws subconciously flying out

Until he felt a soft pair of hands wrap around him, jerking awake he saw you sitting next to him, lowered in his embrace

Logan will always remember that exact moment as a moment when he fell in love with you

"Thank you, dear. I will never forget this."

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

He's the most profective person you know, overprotective even

From helping you do your work and chores so you "don't get hurt" all the way to fighting for you and your life

If somebody tries to hurt you, Logan is ready to rip them in pieces

"Careful now, get away from them!"

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He's not all roses and petals but he would try to make everything perfect for you

Logan is a sweet man but romance is not really fully his thing so he might ask Storm or Rogue for help with date preparations

Of course, he would say it's all his work and effort

"Do you like how uh- I decorated this? I thought you might love it."

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He would be too harsh to himself

I feel like Logan would always think you can have a better man than him, somebody not so "mutant"

Just be patient and reassure him, he will understand it's you and him, nobody else

"You deserve so much better kid..."

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Logan is a SNACC and he knows it

Whatever he puts on looks great on him so it's no big deal

The only problem he would have is his hair, man would spend more than 20 mins every morning to get it done

Also he secretly finds it adorable when you tease him for his "cat ears" (youngLogan! I will never get over your hairdo)

"Babe can you help me? This strand is untameable!"

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

You are his missing puzzle piece

He was lonely ever since the indicent with Kayla, not knowing what to do to stop that feeling

When Logan is around you he feels complete, like everything is in it's place, burried deep inside his heart

"So umm, dare to come closer?" ;)

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them)

He finds it cute when you show interest in his powers, it makes him think he's -less of a freak- (you're not a freak bby :()

Just his big hand in your smaller ones, showing you his claws as you watch in awe

Logan loves the way you graze his knuckles between the blades, watching with interest

"Just careful dear, be careful."

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I feel like he would find it a -red flag- if you'd mention his past or anything about his family/ex wife

Those were really traumatic events for Logan and he doesn't like to remember that

If he feels comfortable enough he will tell you one day about it but don't pressure him on your own

"Honey, trust me, you don't want to know."

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Except screaming and yelling he can't sleep still

Even if you fall asleep before him, the moments he climbs next to you and fall asleep- his head his where his feet are supposed to be

No matter how and where you guys fall asleep he ALWAYS ends up on you or on your side

"I did it again, didn't I?"

Delivered as requested! I hope y'all like this little drabble. Also, if you'd like to see anything about OTHER Xmen characters (or others in general) be sure to request something!

I love you guysss

El <3