I Have A Problem

I have a problem

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!

The Chappell Roan to Wolverine and Deadpool pipeline is so real, like they were Knee deep in the passenger seat, genuinely

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 :)

Worth it p2

Logan Howlett and fem!agere!reader

AN: I can definitely try to! I’m glad my works have been so comforting to you :) Thank you so much. I’m sorry I had to screenshot your req because tumblr wouldn’t let me post the original.

This also gives me an opportunity to make up for the rushed ending of Worth it, I was so annoyed at how I ended it, but I really wanted to get it out quickly, I tend to rush myself quite a bit, but I’m trying to slow down, I’ve realised that no matter when I release a work or how slow it takes me to release a work, yall will like it, I’m so grateful for the endless support, yall are the best

CW/TW: Mentions of loss, crying, grief, swearing, mention of death of x-men and reader from ‘worst’ Logan’s timeline, baby bottle use. Please let me know if I missed anything!

“I don’t know where to put my hands.”

You whimper at warmth of his heavy hands on your back, the thrum of life that had become so unfamiliar to you, you knew this wasn’t your Logan, but it didn’t matter, he was Logan, and clearly had some idea on who you were.

He hefted you up, his own cries soaking into the shoulder of your soft pyjamas, holding you so tight you thought you couldn’t breath, but you didn’t stop him, it felt too right, too normal to waste, you needed to savour this, for as long as you could, suck all the affection and love out of the man holding you, before it was too late, before he too was gone.

His hand soothed up and down your spine, he cooed a sweet lullaby to you, his breath shaky and thin, his face was flushed as he paced, trying to settle you, he pressed his nose into your hair, crying out at the infant, milky scent, his kit. He crouched, still holding you.

Leaning down to pick up a stuffed animal, pressing you tightly into his chest, he thumbed at the worn face of the honey badger toy you left on the floor, forgotten in your moment of relief.

He felt a pang of familiarity and aching sorrow at the realisation that he knew the toy, one he had bought for you long ago, carefully preserved in a corner of his mind reserved specifically for you, For the memory of you, bright and joyful before he lost you, grasping at the thin straws of anything you.

He bounced you on his hip when you hiccuped, tuckered out from your long cry

“I know honeybee, it’s been so long.”

He hummed, his voice still delicate and fragile, He grunts when his back hits the worn leather of Wade’s couch, bouncing you on his knee, humming an old rock song to you, slipping so easily back into the role of your caretaker, like it was muscle memory, pressing small anguished kisses into your hairline.

Logan pulls his hand away from your back to catch a more comfortable T-shirt wade tosses his way, throwing it on before cradling you tighter against his chest, resuming his gentle humming.

Wade busies himself in the small kitchen, pottering and muttering curses when he drops a bottle, before filling it with milk and running it under the hot tap until it’s warm, he hands it to Logan, who grasps the bottle, glancing at it fondly, it’s another one of your items he remember fondly, a clear bottle, messily decorated with some of your stickers, he thumbs over the peeling plastic.

“You hungry honeybee?”

You nod sleepily, blinking your eyes open, pawing at the arm holding your bottle, he adjusts you in his lap, he eases the pacifier out of your mouth, replacing it with the warm nib of the bottle, his stomach clenched at the sight of you suckling gently at the teat, he pulled you closer, ever grateful for what looked like a chance, an opportunity to give you a better life.

Logan scrunches his eyebrows when Wade plops down on the couch next to him, derobed of all his weapons, he silently appreciates the gesture. He clears his throat before speaking up, making sure you’re dozing off.

“How long have you been.. caring for them”

Logan grumbles, you twist and turn, kneading at his t-shirt when you feel the rumble of his chest

“I found the little spider-monkey napping by your grave five years ago”

Wade lowers his voice and Logan’s shocked the man could collect himself long enough to discuss a serious topic.

“Thank..you, for taking me here, last time I saw them, it was back at the mansion, I was being a dickhead, yelling about things that weren’t their fault, after knocking down a few whiskeys, I came back and they were all gone, I was being an asshole and didn’t even say sorry, or goodbye.”

Logan chokes, steadying himself when he sees you blinking at him blearily, your bottle finished as you gnaw on the teat, he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling the bottle away and dropping it on the coffee table.

“They didn’t cope well, we visited your grave every other day, they demanded it”

Wade pulls his mask over his lips, smiling down at you from where your cradled against Logan’s chest

“You have a second chance, take it”

Logan tongues over his teeth, leaning forward to grab a pacifier sat on the coffee table.

“Where do I sleep?”

Wade grins

“With bug, in my room, we’re a little stretched for space so I’ve been bumming it on the couch.”

Logan grunts

“For five years?”

“Yup, couldn’t let them sleep on the couch, so I gave them my bed.”

“Thank you”

Wade nods, leaving the conversation there

“You might want to get them to bed, it’s nearly their bedtime”

Wade checks the time on the tv, it’s nearing 10pm

Logan hefts you up, your head lolling on his shoulder, he walks in the direction of Wade’s room, firmly patting his back in thanks, you sleepily blink, waving to Wade, who waves back, smiling.

Logan gently tucks you under the blankets, smooshing a kiss to your cheeks, handing you your honey badger toy, Logan rummages through Wade’s room before he settles on a pair of sleep shorts, begrudgingly slipping them on. You giggle sleepily when Logan splays out next to you in pink shorts decorated with unicorns, he grumbles, building blankets up around the both of you in the form of a nest, purring at the warmth.

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Real

Just thinkin about Logan picking you up like this if you’re being naughty or throwing a tantrum, he definitely scruffs his age regressor.