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Drawin!! I tried colourn differently today n I messed up a few times but I like it!
Worth It
Logan (James) Howlett and agere!reader
A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN
Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）
I’m being honest this made me quite emotional, the x men movies had a large impact on my life, especially the Logan and wolverine movies, they got me through a few dark spots. So I’m sorry if you get sad or cry, I did too, but it will get happier :)
I’m honestly really bad at characterising ironic characters like Wade, so forgive me if he’s a bit ooc
If you haven’t watched the Logan movie or the newest Deadpool movie this is my warning! Do not read any further if you don’t want spoilers! There are spoilers in this work!
TW/CW: references to Logan’s death, angst, grief, swearing, “Bad” Logan from the Deadpool 3 movie, fluff, obviously where Logan died in Wade and Readers universe, the Reader died in ‘bad’ Logan’s universe, if that makes sense
“Your eyes are just like his, but your face is a bit different”
You lay your bag on the ground, shifting to lie down on your side, you brush your fingers against the cold rocks piled up over Logan’s grave, tears glob over your eyelids, gasping in wet breaths.
Your body jolts at the realisation that you’ll never see him again, you’ll never watch cartoons with him again, never have his warm hand rub over your shoulder again.
You lay until your bones ache and your knees creak, waiting, hoping, that just maybe he’d dig his way out of the pit, alive and warm. A hand rests on your shoulder, you jump, turning, you’re face to face with a red mask
“Wade!”
You cry, pulling the man into a hug, you hear the puff of air leave his chest
“You little ankle biter, why are you here alone?”
You whimper, alone, that’s right, everyone’s gone, you expect him to crack a joke, but he doesn’t, he just stays, quiet, a rock for you.
You offer him a shaky smile when he jokes about how late it is, offering you a night at his apartment, you comply, quietly walking next to him, thankful to have a friend.
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A night at Wade’s apartment turns into 5 years at Wade’s apartment, although the man’s a little odd, he keeps you safe, fed and happy.
You’re sat on the carpet, kicking your socked feet, colouring in a picture of a cat, you look up at the sound of the door unlocking
“Wade!”
You wave at the man as he stumbles in, balancing a McDonald’s bag in one arm, holding his keys and a few knives in the other
“Hi bug”
You grin at the nickname, a little peculiar, but so was Wade, you zero in on the brown paper bag in his hand, eager and nosy
He drops it on the table and you feel your stomach grumble at the greasy, but oh so delicious smell
“Hungry?”
You nod, eyes big and puppy-like
“You eat anything today?”
You feel warm, cared for
“Apple slices! N some peanut butter”
He squints, clearly not all that impressed
“I’ll pack up a breakfast and lunch for you tomorrow, don’t want you touching any knives”
You frown under your pacifier, dejected, you suppose he wasn’t being unreasonable, you did nearly cut your hand with a small paring knife
“Sorry”
He slouches into the old couch, pulling your happy meal out of the bag, along with a cheeseburger, he passes you the box
“Don’t worry.”
You both dig in, hungry. Finish up, playing with the little toy that came with the happy meal, Wade leans down to grab your rubbish, after wiping a blob of ketchup off your lip, you smile up at the man.
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It had been a dreadful two days, Wade was gone, nowhere to be found, at first you wondered if it had anything to do with his birthday, maybe he just needed time away, but Wade had never left you alone this long since he took you in, you were panicking, feeling your adult state slowly slipping away.
You thumb at your stuffed animals ear, nervously waiting, praying that something hadn’t happened to the only person you had left.
You whip around, listening closely to the murmur of voices outside, Wade? And someone else, you couldn’t quite make out their voice.
You jump up when Wade unlocks the door, barrelling at him, you grip at his back, your tears soak into the spandex.
“Woah, what’s wrong”
You hiccup
“Thought you died”
Wade rubs a hand down your back, clearing his throat, only just realising what an impact his potential death would have had on you, considering how close he actually was to dying.
“Shit-“
You tap his shoulder, light, but a warning, he lets out a puff of air
“Sorry, bad word, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do that again.”
You grumble, He nods, pulling away, he turns you away from him, so you’re looking at the hulking man stood next to him, you blink owlishly, frozen in place, his eyes widen as he takes you in, you gasp wetly, you scramble against him, your small cry’s turning into heaving sobs, his gloved hands rest on your back, he calls your name.
You peer up at him, your face flushed and streaked with tears, he lifts you up, his own tears soak into your shoulder
“Da?”
He hums, his throat scratchy
“I missed you”
His breath catches
“I missed you too honeybee”
You were glued to Logan for the evening, holding his hand and following him around like a lost puppy, trailing after him when he left to go change.
He picked you up, rocking you on his hip while a lullaby played on Wade’s tv. Pressing a kiss to your forehead when you drifted off.
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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
Night Terrors
Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader
A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN
Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）
In this work Logan’s cabin isn’t far from Xavier’s School :)
TW: Logan has sleep paralysis in this one, blood, trauma, Logan’s Adamantium claws
He can feel the thrum of his rabbiting heartbeat in his chest, he can feel the rippling, burning hot metal bubbling and sizzling under his muscle corded arms and legs.
He can hear his grunts and cry’s of pain, he can hear Stryker’s voice, a venomous rumble to it.
He jolts, partially awake now, coming to the startling realisation that he can’t move, he’s used to the nightmares by now, but this one’s different. Blinking up at the pale ceiling of his cabin bedroom, feeling sweat bead down his forehead.
Logan grunts when he hears your cry’s, hiccuping and sobbing, he squints, desperate to move, to comfort you
“Daddy!”
You weep, he can feel your small hands pressing against his arm, scrambling to wake him up, he looks over at you, only able to see the top half of you, he grits his teeth at the state of you, teartracks and bloodshot eyes, you’re so flustered, unsure.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been, your eyes start to droop, he still can’t move, he bares down, gritting his teeth, anything to get his muscles to wake up.
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Logan jolts upright, his breath panting and heaving. He turns, his first thought being you, he thumbs over your cheek, waking you up, you blink owlishly up at him, you’re so pale, he furrows his brows, he looks down at the sheets pooling around his waist.
His eyes widen at the dried blood staining the white sheets, he pulls them away, his breath stutters when he sees the gash marks in your thigh, peering down at the metal claws peeking through his knuckles.
They retract, he jumps out of bed, wrapping you in the stained sheets before he’s running out of the cabin, a small emergency bag chucked over his bare shoulder.
He sprints, bare feet padding over tree roots and autumn dried leaves, you paw weakly at his chest, feeling too young and tired to put up any real fight.
He bursts through the door of Xavier’s school, you squint at the bright lights of the campus building, whining, Logan shushes you, a sympathetic hand pushing back your hair as he frantically searches for the med-bay, praying to anything that will listen, he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Hank, awake, but hunched over a desk
“Please, help”
His voice is the weakest you’ve ever heard it, he lies you on a cold medical table, squirming, you whimper
“I’m sorry honeybee, so sorry”
His face is contorted with pain, Hank jumps up, shuffling around to grab gauze and thread, Logan presses a plain pacifier into your mouth, one he’d urgently snatched from the emergency bag.
He was occupied in keeping you awake, the last thing they needed was you fainting from blood loss, he thumbed over your palm, his hand large and warm against yours, he rumbled about promises of whatever food you’d like, sprawling shopping trips for any and all of the toys you wanted, he promised whatever you wanted, to make up for the three scratches crawling up your leg.
Your pupils pinballed as tears dripped down his cheeks, running into his beard, his breath staggering as he came to terms with how much he’d hurt you, how sick from pain you looked, the ghastly scars that will be left, the scars he gave you.
Nausea spilled into his stomach when you cried out, scrambling to get away from the threaded needle Hank pokes at your tender leg with.
“I know angel, I know it hurts, Daddy’s so sorry”
He huffs at your whimpers, his brows crinkled in distraught. He presses a kiss to your damp forehead when Hank announces he’s done, wiping away the drying blood from around the stitches before wrapping it taught in gauze.
You shift, cuddling into his side, wrapping a muscled arm around you, he growls when Hank approaches, you peek over Logan’s shoulder, intrigued, tired eyes landing on the jar of colourful lollies and sweets in his hand, he holds his hands up, surrendering.
Logan softens when he spots the jar mottled with candy, he lets you reach a pawing hand over his shoulder to grab at the sweets, Hank holds out the jar even when you pull your hand out
“Take a few more, you were really brave.”
You don’t hesitate, grabbing a few more lollies.
Logan pulls you up, but now you’re wrapped up in a clean, thicker bedsheet, Hank insisted, claiming that the other one was stained beyond repair and too unhygienic. After a quick but detailed explanation of how to take care of the wound and prevent extensive scarring, you’re waving a dopey goodbye to Hank over Logan’s shoulder. You drift off, clutching at the man.
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Thank you so much for reading! Likes, requests and reblogs are much appreciated
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Hello! Could I request some Cg! Logan Headcanons please? Thank you 💜💜💜
CG!Logan Howlett Headcanons
Of course! I hope these headcanons come across as accurate and you enjoy them :) some of these obviously won’t be that integral or reliant on his actual character traits, some are just cute parental things I think he’d do or would enjoy doing :)
🐾He’s quite stern, not mean, not to you at least, but he definitely stands his ground when it comes to rules.
🐾He can still be lax though, but he also wants you to know that any of the rules put in place are to keep you safe, healthy and happy, and maybe save him from a few grey hairs.
🐾Definitely tries to prove he can also be a “cool dad”, what’s a late night watching movies gonna hurt, and maybe a few snacks sneaked from the pantry.
🐾He wouldn’t have any actual preference for names, whatever you feel comfortable with goes, but he secretly would prefer “daddy” or “papa”, something about them just make him feel all warm.
🐾Same thing with pet names for you! Whatever you like goes, however, he will be partial to a “honeybee” (cause he’s your honey badger, duh!) and a “sweetheart”
🐾Expect to be picked up and carried everywhere, he loves having you near him, unless he’s in a dangerous or precarious situation of course.
🐾PURRS, and I mean full on rumbling chest, content purrs, he loves laying with you on his chest, just purring.
🐾speaking of, he’d definitely hiss and spit at anyone who got too close to you, you’re his kit, his only kit, he needs to keep you safe.
🐾Because of his heightened senses, he’d definitely be able to smell you and scent you, pressing his nose to your head because you smell so young, like a milky newborn smell.
🐾Bundles you up in his nest, yes, he has a nest, filled with blankets and furs, don’t ask, and your stuffed toys, all of which he’d scented, Wolverines are very territorial.
🐾Absolutely piles food on your plate, Wolverines work extremely hard to provide food for their young, he feeds you before he feeds himself, ensuring you’re getting all the nutrients you need.
🐾Frowns if you don’t finish your plate, he’s not mad at you, he just fears he’s not feeding you adequately enough, but once he knows you’re just full he rumbles a purr, pleased.
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I hope y’all enjoy these hcs, I really enjoyed doing them and spouting about irl Wolverines ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
Just thinkin about Logan picking you up like this if you’re being naughty or throwing a tantrum, he definitely scruffs his age regressor.
I promise all of the Wolverine, Colossus and Gambit requests yall sent will be coming out, I’m struggling to find ideas for each one, how to illustrate the request and write it how I think yall will enjoy it, so please bare with me, just know that I’m not ignoring them, they are coming! Love ya’ll
Just wanted to say your fics have really inspired me and I'm so grateful for what you do!!! You gave me the courage to start posting my stuff and I'm so glad I did❤️❤️ you're doing great!
Thank you so much, this made my night, you’re so kind, I’m so glad to have helped you work up the courage to write!
Painkiller
Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!Reader
A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN
Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）
It’s that sort of day when the deep seated pain of having a metal coated skeleton sinks in, the way it rubs uncomfortably, the itch of his claws, waiting to pop out through his knuckles.
He shifts back into his recliner, waiting for the warmth of the cabin to sink into his bones, he smiles when he sees you toddle down the stairs.
“Da!”
“Hey sweetheart”
You continue to make your way over to his armchair, a bit wobbly, usually used to being carried over
“Sorry, Daddy’s having a bad day, I’m hurtin’”
You nod, crawling gently in his lap, suckling on a pacifier he had painstakingly decorated for you, a stuffed badger sitting in your lap
“S’ okay Da.”
You smile up at him, nudging the front of your pacifier into his bearded cheek to replace a kiss, he smiles back, pressing his own kiss to your forehead, cradling you into his chest, his muscles loosening at the warmth of you, he lets it seep into his bones, relishing in the feeling.
You shift slightly, turning to press your head into his neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulders
“Is it because of what the bad people did?”
He shuts his eyes, sighing deeply, he rubs a hand up your back, humming a low ‘yes’
“It’s okay to hurt Da.”
His breath hitches, he can feel tears prick at his eyelids
“I know, you’re too good for me honeybee.”
You squirm, winding your way out of his arms, there’s a furrow to your eyebrows, your head is cocked as you suckle angrily on your pacifier, you shake your head
“No”
You lisp, objecting his statement with a garbled ‘you deserve love, Da’
He squeezes your hand, turning you on his lap
“Why don’t you go get your toys? Play some while Da gets some shuteye, I’ll put cartoons on for you.”
You nod, stumbling off of the recliner, he jumps forward, steadying you
“Careful”
You nod, wobbly shuffling over to the set of rickety draws near his staircase, kneeling to shuffle through it. Logan thought it better to have most of your more played with toys and colouring books downstairs considering how much more time you spend on the lower level of the Cabin with him.
You can hear him shifting back into his seat, grunting as his spine cracks.
You shuffle through the colouring books and dolls, settling on a big box of duplo Logan managed to get for you, using Charles’ credit card as petty revenge for an argument he got into with the man.
You drag it over to the recliner, plopping down in the softly carpeted floor, quietly opening the tub of Lego in favour of not waking Logan up, relaxing at the sound of his snoring, losing yourself in the vibrant colours on the tv and the click clack of plastic.
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It’s clear that it’s been a fair few hours since Logan fell asleep, the sky has grown purple and you’ve grown restless and hungry. You wobble over to Logan’s recliner, settling in his lap, cautious of startling the man, you gently wake him, carefully shaking his shoulder, calling his name until he stirs, grumbling sleepily.
He blinks at you tiredly, waking himself up, he cradles your head with his worn hand
“Mornin’ Bee”
You smile
“S afternoon Pa!”
He peers out the window, eyebrows raising
“Sure is, I haven’t slept that well in many years, thank you honeybee, my little painkiller”
You giggle, preening at his cooed praise, startling when your stomach rumbles angrily, He smiles, patting your belly
“Let’s go get some food in my baby, hmm? Sound good?”
You nod, letting him up off the recliner to shake off his stiff limbs, before he picks you up, painlessly.
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Thank you so much for reading, another self indulgent Logan work that has been in the making for way too long, I promise, all my drafts/requests will be uploaded soon! I hope this will suffice for now my loves! （＾ν＾）
hihihi!!! I just wanted to tell you, I just read one of your agere fics (Painkiller, the one with Logan) and hooo you really did make a name for yourself in there (/ref, lh.)
on a more serious note, that one's the only actual agere fic ive seen with Lo, and I must say I loved every word. got me feeling soft and fluffy and cuddly now. I'm patting your head rn:} (/silly, nf)
Thank you sm anon! The Gambit reference made me giggle (^^) you’re very sweet, I’m glad you liked my work! Thank you!!!! There are many more Logan (and other characters) agere fics coming out soon, I do have other Logan works on my master list if you wanted to read more! Much Love!
Someone reblogged my post about Logan scuffing his age regressor, with a tag about Sabretooth.. should I start doing CG! Sabretooth stuff, I love him, but I honestly didn’t think people would want to see stuff about him, let me know!
I love the little scent detail you write with cg!logan :33 and him calling reader kit omg <33
Thank you! I kinda nicked the scent thing from the comics, it’s canon that he has a heightened sense of smell! And I know a lot of parents rave about the “baby smell” and that animals scent their baby’s and use it to locate them, so I thought it’d be sweet if Logan enjoyed the smell, like it’s familiar to him.
I’m honestly not completely sure if Wolverine baby’s are called pups or kits, but I enjoy fics where people use the fact he’s called “Wolverine” to give him animal like characteristics, sorry for rambling on but I’m really happy you enjoyed those little things I included :)
Me when someone makes the mistake of complimenting my agere works so I follow them, and comment on their fics in support bc I love being a fan.
I love anyone and everyone that supports my work, and it’s not my fault that my mooties are really good at writing cute fics. Please keep writing stuff so I can act like a supportive mother in the comments, you’re doing great sweeties
Should I start writing for Cyclops? I love him sm, my pookie deserves more love
Heyyyy, i hope you are having a wonderful day, and if not, i hope it gets better
I saw you did a part 2 for worth it and I can't help but want a part 2 for night terror like immediately after the events (like a day or 2) the reader isn't little and comforting logan telling him it wasn't his fault and logans trying to make up for it by over compensating and maybe reader slips again cuz the pain of they're stitches or cuz they feel guilty that logan feels bad because of what he did and it just turns into pure fluff and cuddles by the end
I saw your working on other fics tp so don't feel pressure or anything I just really love your Tumblr thank youuuuuu so much 💗
Night Terrors p2
Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader
A/N:Thank you so much Anon! I hope you enjoy this work! I didn’t expect so many people to enjoy Night Terrors considering it was just an offhand idea, but I’m glad ya’ll liked it! ∩^ω^∩
I switched up the request a little bit anon, I hope you still enjoy it.
All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN
Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）
TW: Logan stresses and feels immensely guilty, slightly description of blood, cuts and bruising.
Logan stares blankly at the tv while you hum drowsily along to the theme tune of the cartoon playing, he clenches his fists when your squirming causes your sleep shorts to ruck up, the gauze peeks through, its dappled with blood.
He clears his throat
“Bee, it’s time to change your bandages.”
You blink up at him, smiling dopily
“Okay pa.”
You wiggle, shifting so Logan can cut off the bandages and replace them.
He drops the first aid kit down next to you in the couch, plopping down onto a stool in front of you, you giggle at the funny picture of his hulking body dwarfing the stool underneath him.
He pushes your shorts away from the gauze, picking up a pair of scissors to cut away the bandage, his hands tremble when the metal touches your skin, blinking out of his haze when you call for him
“Daddy? What’s wrong?”
He rubs a hand over his face
“I can’t believe I let myself hurt you, I’m so sorry honeybee.”
he presses a multitude of kisses on your head, he’s shaken.
“But you didn mean it, you said sorry n it’s all okay now”
Logan blinks, thumbing gently over your kneecap, he smiles at you mournfully
“No, I didn’t mean it, thank you, sweetheart.”
He steadies himself, picking up the scissors to slice through the gauze, he winces at the bloody cuts, the skin around them inflamed and bruising.
He grasps your knee, before swabbing around the stitches with iodine and quickly, sturdily wrapping up your thigh, he gently pats your shin
“All done babydoll.”
You smile, pressing a messy kiss to his bearded cheek, you then start to wring your hands nervously
“Can you decorate the bandage please?”
He huffs through his nose, smiling
“It’ll be coming off tomorrow, you know?”
You nod, stubborn
“Alright bee. Where are your stickers?”
You point to the cabinet under the tv, where all your colouring books and pencils were stored.
His knees creak when he stands, crouching down to retrieve your stickers, he peels a pack open, grunting when he thumps back down onto his stool, you giggle as he fiddles with the stickers, struggling to peel them off of their sheet.
You smile when he gets to work, evenly spreading an amalgamation of different kitten stickers on your thigh, before finally pressing one larger, glittery one to the middle, ever gentle.
“There you go sweets.”
You admire his handiwork, twisting awkwardly to watch the glitter sparkle and glimmer in the light.
“Thank you pa!”
He pushes your hair away from your face, smooshing a kiss to your forehead.
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Logan carries you up the stairs after dinner, your belly full of good, home cooked food. He drops you off in the bathroom.
“Brush your teeth and pee, I’ll get your pyjamas, okay?”
You nod, sleepy.
By the time he’s done, you’re dozing on the toilet seat, wanting to sit down after doing what he told you.
He smiles, gently lifting you again, swiping a smudge of toothpaste off of your cheek.
Logan sets you on the bed, helping you change, before he tucks you under the quilt, pressing a pacifier between your lips and giving you a peck on the cheek
“Sweet dreams honeybee”
You smile dopily, slurring out a
“See you in the mornin papa.”
He nods, smiling gently before moving to leave, swiftly turning around when you cry out
“Where goin?”
He frowns before walking back over, leaning down
“I’m gonna go down stairs and watch some tv, gonna have a cigar bee.”
You make a coughing noise, almost like a gag
“Smell gross”
He laughs lightly
“Yeah, yucky, I know, I won’t be long though, I’ll be here when you wake up, sound good?”
You nod, turning around in the bed to watch him as he closes the door.
You melt into the sheets, knackered.
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You groan, shifting in the bed, pulling your pacifier out of your mouth, you need a glass of water.
Turning to look behind you, cautious that Logan’s behind you, not wanting to wake the man, recognising he needed his rest.
Though the beds empty, the sheets are barely ruffled, cold.
You pitter patter out of bed and down the stairs, careful to skip that one creaky step.
Huffing at the shifting lump on the couch, Logan’s scrunched up on your two seater, grunting in his sleep.
You’re miffed, no longer caring about his ‘rest’ in that moment you gently shake his shoulder, he startles, blinking up at you.
“Bee, what’s the time?”
You furrow your brows, not realising how ridiculous you must appear, one cat sock falling down your leg, wearing matching pyjama shorts and sleep shirt that are both adorned with kittens, one hand on your hip
“Logan, What are you doing?”
“Sleeping?”
You narrow your eyes
“On the couch?”
He huffs, clearly not pleased to be explaining himself
“I knocked out after I smoked my cigar, I had a glass of whiskey, I’m sorry Doll”
You tongue over your teeth, unimpressed
“It doesn’t smell like you smoked, and we haven’t had a bottle of whiskey in the cabin for weeks, why are you really sleeping down here?”
He groans, part impressed and part annoyed that you managed to see through his lies so easily, Logan orients himself, unsure how to articulate himself
“The other night.. it scared me, in a way I’ve never been scared before, waking up to the bedsheets soaked in your blood, your blood caked under my nails, I’ve never felt fear like it.”
You soften, sitting down on the couch next to him
“You had a nightmare Logan, of horrors I couldn’t even fathom, I forgave you, about twice now actually, even though, there’s nothing for me to forgive, it was an accident, you didn’t mean it.”
“An accident that could have cost you your life”
He bites out
“But it didn’t, I know you’re scared, you’re allowed to be scared Lo’, but I’m not, not of you, not ever.”
“You should be”
He grumbles, you groan
“But I’m not! I’d rather have you in the bed, I feel safer when you’re there with me, you’re not doing me any favours by bumming it down here, I don’t need you to be self righteous Logan, I need you to forgive yourself, you cut me once, this has never happened before, I could never happen again.”
“But there’s a chance it will happen again!”
He raises his voice, you’re still not scared though, stubborn as ever, it only spurs you on
“Then we can work through it! I do not want you to be down here, suffering alone, now please, come up to bed with me.”
He mumbles under his breath, but you elect to ignore it, considering he’s standing up, you trot over to the steps, pleased that your consistency payed off.
He lays down on the bed next to you, groaning when his head hit the pillow, you give him a look that screams ‘I told you so’
“Save it.”
He grumbles, you smile, finally, at peace.
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Thank you so much for reading! Likes, requests and reblogs are much appreciated
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I’m sorry if my fics take even longer than usual, I’ve recently started college and it’s a huge workload, so please bare with me, love you all!
hello!! do you happen to write for little!logan?
Hi, unfortunately I don’t, I’m sorry :(
Me when all of my older special interests come back with a vengeance, I have homework, I don’t know why my brain expects me to be able to rewatch Gravity Falls, Iasip and all the X-Men movies, like what do you mean
