☆ Logan, my beloved ☆

Request: Hey, if you're taking requests can I request a Logan Howlett X reader with “I know you’ve reached a decision, but given that is a stupid ass decision I’ve elected to ignore it.” please? Xx

Hello! I had a ton of fun writing this! I’m not sure if it’s any good or not, but regardless I had a ton of fun! I used to watch the xmen as a cartoon when I was a kid, and so growing up I’ve always had a thing for Wolverine (;P), also he’s a fellow Aussie.... Us Aussies and our beaches and tim tams... think that’s all we’re known for. And the accent everyone thinks we have... we don’t talk like that, I promise. Neither Ives or I sound especially nasal or say ‘g’day mate’ on a regular basis. Anyway, that’s beside the point. Wolverine is a special, stubborn darling, so thanks for requesting him! Happy Reading!

~Tab

“Logan! Goddammit! Would you stop being so damn stubborn?!” You cried out. He was being ridiculous, once again. “Logan! I’m coming with you, you absolute goddamnned microscopically brained buffoon!” You two were on the stair well heading down from the rooms. He’d gone, he’d come back, he’d told you about what he was about to do and now he was about to leave again. “Microscopically brained?” “First thing that came to mind.” You shrugged. Eh, why not. Didn’t know if it actually worked as a concept but when in doubt, try it and see if it works-ish. “The first thing that came to mind when you were insulting me was that my brain is only visible under a microscope?” Logan looked confused. Good. This was valuable time to change his mind. “Yes. Because you’re a stubborn butt sometimes and I’m coming with you. I know you think I’ll slow you down, or that you don’t need me or you don’t want to risk it or whatever cliche dominant man-views you’ve got going on, but I can do this, Logan. I’ve been training. Practicing. I’ve gone out on missions and done stuff! Logan, I’m not the helpless imbecile you think I am. I’m actually good at this stuff.” You paused and looked him square in the eye. He couldn’t argue with that. There was no way. “I’m going. Alone. You’re not coming.” He turned and continued walking down the stairs. You followed after him, not quite running but almost, just to keep up. “Logan. You can’t be serious. Dammit Logan! Please see reason? You need two people on this, minimum!” He rolled his eyes but continued walking. Before you knew it, you were at his bike. “That’s enough, Y/N. I’ve made my decision." “I know you’ve reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it” You said firmly, snatching up the second helmet and jumping on the back. “Y/N, get off.” “No.” He started undoing his helmet and unexpectedly, he was off the bike, sitting on the steps outside the mansion, just in front of where the bike was parked. He put his head in his hands. “Logan?…” you asked cautiously. You got up and moved to the steps, but you didn’t take off the helmet. “What’s… what’s wrong?” You asked, putting a hand on his arm to try to comfort him. “I just…. dammit, Y/N, why do you have to be so stubborn?” “Me?! How am I the stubborn one? YOU’RE the stubborn one!” You exclaimed, exasperated. “I’m only being so stubborn to protect you! I can’t loose you!” His face went blank as he considered what he just said… Maybe that wasn’t supposed to come out, but you were glad that it had. “Logan… you’re an idiot sometimes.” You reached up and went to kiss him lightly… but then you remembered you had a helmet on, so took it off, and then kissed him lightly. Good thing you remembered too, or the helmet might’ve smashed him in the jaw. Logan rolled his eyes at your helmet-malfunctionage, but a small smile played on his lips. “Logan… look… we lose people, they flicker in and out of our lives, and I can’t lose you either… But I might end up losing you if I don’t come, if you try this alone. And that’s not something I can live with. Logan… sometimes we have to take the risk. Sometimes we have to risk losing the people we love because they’re their own people, they’ll do what they like. Just… just let me come. I’ll be more help than hinderance, anyhow.” You voice was gently, not pleading any more, you were telling him. He leant down and kissed you. “… Fine… I just… I worry.” “I promise I’ll be careful… As long as you promise to be careful too.” He smiled and nodded and handed you back your helmet.

I figure we’ve had a lot of Charles love, so why not try a spot of Wolverine to keep you on your toes? I mean he is a precious babu who just needs a hug after all. So have a little piece of my darling (Nope, I’m not obsessed, what are you talking about?) Happy Reading!

~Tab

I saw him pull up on his motor bike outside the school from the window of my room. I always missed him when he was away…. My heart always longing, only resting for the brief periods when he was here. I ran down the stairs to see him. See him and his smile, and hear his satirical “hey bub”… See he was ok. As soon as I reached the bottom, he was standing there, unbuckling his helmet. I ran to him and threw my arms around him and hugged him tight.

“Hey bub” he said with a laugh. “Hey” I laughed back.

“I got you a present” I raised my eyebrows. That was different. “What is it?!” I asked excitedly. He took my hand and led me outside. On the back of his bike lay a second helmet. I jumped up and down and turned to him. “A helmet?! OH MY GOD CAN WE GO FOR A RIDE?!” I all but screamed. Logan laughed and nodded yes, which only led to me jumping up and down again.

“Calm down, bub” Logan laughed and grabbed my hand again.

“I can’t, I’m just so excite……” Logan cut me off with a kiss.

“When I go…. I… I hate leaving you. Now you could come with me always?” His face was firm and tough but I could see behind his eyes how much all this meant. I smiled, and stroked his cheek. I had been hiding my feelings for so long, but now I realised… I had never needed to.

“Yes, yes… I’d like that. A bit of adventure.”

I jogged over to the helmet, letting go of his hand for just a moment. I picked it up and put it on. It fit perfectly. I walked back to him and grabbed both of his hands. “When do we start our new life, ma amigo?” I asked.