If U Say So! Reader Teasing Logan About His Cat-like Hair

if u say so! reader teasing logan about his cat-like hair

SURE!

-

"Babe, you know since you're styling your hair like that again, I'll have to have you shitting in the kitty litter," you said as you took a gulp of your orange juice

Topics at the breakfast table in the howlett household got thrown like odd shaped stones. You never know which one your gonna get next.

"What you don't like it?", He said (grumbled) as he inhaled his scrambled eggs.

"Oh, I absolutely love it. I've loved all of your hairstyles babe we've been together for more than 100 years you've looks very different lots of times" you grinned as you wiped my face and took your plate to the sink.

It's true. Logan has had so many different hairs. Shaved. Overgrown. Short and fluffy. And now Kitty eared. He's had it before. But now it's back, and you truly can't get enough of it.

"The kitty ears a definitely a personal favourite" you smiled As you straddled his lap.

Logan grinned up at you as he leaned his head forward slightly and held your hips. You began to play with the cat ear tufts in his brunette locks, you couldn't help but giggle.

"Does this amuse you?" He asked.

"Very much" you replied and continued to play with his hair.

Let death be kinder than any x-men

Logan howlett x reader

---

ERRRRM I WOULD SAY DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS BUT WERE IN DAYS OF FUTURE PAST🦅😃

-

Warnings: I still don't know 😭 the reader makes a massive mistake. Idek if this is how xaviers powers work but wtv. Major Canon divergence. 🎶 represents when Charles is talking to reader in their head.

-

I know that sometimes I ask for too much sometimes. And I think today I did. It really does depend on how you define mistakes.

I knew Charles would help me. How did I know that the 21 year old version of my old professor 60 years in the future would help me? Because I just knew Charles Xavier like that.

"You want me to what?" He scratched his jaw.

"I want you to get inside logan's head and tell me what he's thinking of," I gulped and leant against the wall.

I could only tell that this would have consequences beyond my understanding. Beyond perhaps what anyone could really understand.

"I can try. I would ask why you need this, but I already know," he grinned with his lips high to his nose.

I scoffed a laugh and looked out into the city through the trees. Dark lights and fireflies. Night-time and fireworks. Onyx that encased sparks of all colours.

"So you'll help me?"

"Of course I will. What else do have to do in this damn world?"

-

🧠

There was this one time at the mansion when I punched Scott summers in the mouth for telling Logan he was a coward. I let him drip blood on the floor and make noises of pain as he held his painful jaw that would be bruised and red by tomorrow.

"Don't you ever fucking say that shit again"

-

It was a warm night, though still cool enough for a bonfire. Even though we were supposed to be in the middle of a fight with the sister of the man, I was sitting beside and saving the other mutants, we had collectively agreed, Wade and I, that a night to sit here wouldn't hurt. And convincing Logan was not easy, but he pulled through with an offer of whiskey.

After a while, Wade passed out, and Charles was minding his own business on the grass, when we asked what he was up to he replied 'I'm on the phone' but he had no phone in sight, and it took Logan a few seconds to realise.

I didn't know what to say to Logan. I didn't feel like saying anything or if anything would even work. He probably doesn't want to say anything either. After our altercation in the void, I didn't know what the fuck was going on anymore. I wanted to ask about it, but I was afraid his answer would be exactly as I thought.

"I didn't mean it" he said suddenly "what I said in the void, I didn't mean it"

It had genuinely shook me that he was first to bring it up.

"Oh," I said. "I was gonna ask you what happened, but I wasn't sure if anytime was going to be right"

Logan chuckled. For an unknown reason, he just did and sipped his drink. "Anytime after I die is perfect for these kinds of things"

I tried to smile and act like I was cool but in reality I was dying inside. I was screaming kicking and crying and throwing up and tearing adamantium bars off jail cells.

"I don't know what came over me," he admitted. "The truth is in my universe my wife was experimented on by scientists. Fuckin mad men"

I couldn't tell in the light, mostly because I wasn't looking at him but I could hear it. He started to tear up. I could hear the tightness in his throat, the strain on his voice.

"And-" He stuttered.

"And do you know what the worst part is?"

I don't.

I should. I feel like I should. But I shouldn't. I couldn't. I didn't want to know. Or did I?

🎶 "You do"

"What's the worst part Logan?"

"They did it right in front of me. Right in fuckin front of me!" He lurched forward and slashed one of the trees, causing it to fall in threes.

He panted. Growled. Boiled with rage that set the ground alight in metaphorical fire. Raging flames, like wildfire. Upset and grief that acted fuel.

"It's not your fault, logan" I said softly

"BUT IT IS!" He yelled back at me.

He put his claws away and sighed, looking away for a moment to catch his breath "I'm sorry"

"It's alright" I replied

Logan rubbed his face "Let's call it a truce. I swear I won't try to turn you into shredded meat again" he held out his hand.

"Sure. No shredded meat" I put my hand in his, shaking it.

They were fucking hairy and calloused. And heavy. Maybe the world's manliest hands. And veiniest. Fuck what am I doing?

"No shredded meat" he repeated

And we both laughed

What if the reader and Logan howlett had a kid and their kid came to their room to wake up the reader but Logan woke up

And the kid was acting like he was doing nothing, even though he probably vomited or peeped the bed

And he tried making an excuse and continues to try and wake up the reader while Logan is trying to ask them a question and they won’t answer?

I keep seeing this stuff on tiktok and Instagram 😭 and I think it would be funny to see logan get cranky at their kid

I think this is so funny. Hold on😭

-

Logan was not a deep sleeper. And when his first child, Lydia, came into the picture, he knew all idea of sleep was gone.

At 2 in the morning, Lydia waddled toward her parents' bed and poked what she thought was her mother's foot, however, Logan was the one who opened his eyes, almost immediately infact.

He sat up, revealing his hairy and bare chest as the blanket fell off his body down to his hips.

"Sweetheart" he said groggily "what are you doing huh?"

Logan rubbed his face as he watched his daughter waddle around the bed toward her mother. Logans wife.

"Mama" she pouted.

"Hey sweetheart, what's happening? Did you throw up?" Logans instinct was to get out his claws, but Lydia was afraid of them.

Her response was a head shake.

'Fuck I bet she did' Logan said to himself.

"Mama, wake up." Lydia poked her mother again, eventually waking up the snoring wife.

"Hey baby" she said groggily "what's up?"

"I threw up" she said sadly.

Logans mouth fell agape. "Unbelievable" he grumbled.

Sometimes princess is a grown man who committed multiple crimes

A Logan drabble while I sort out the next in the series 🥲🥲

-

The den was crowded and full of rowdy strangers, some holding money, some just absolutely drunk off adrenaline. As a photographer, I was accustomed to kind of sketchy environments, but this topped it.

The greyish blue lighting made it hard to see the colour of anything. In the cage, there were three men. One was the emcee, and the other two were fighters, I assumed. I flicked around with my camera, not noticing the large crowd of people walking into the den, meaning everyone was going to have to be pushed up together somehow even more than this. Because of this, I was now rubbing up against the uncomfortable metal of the cage, close and personal with the man hovering above me.

My arm gathered red rashes as I rubbed against the cage, the hard wire aching as it dug into my skin. I looked above me timidly to meet the terrifying gaze of the bearded man above me.

He was shirtless. And wearing black jeans held up by a silver studded belt and he smoked a large cigar that I oddly enjoyed the smell of.

His eyes were icy cold, and he didn't even feign a smile. He seemed like the human version of a piece of coal. Dark, brooding and uncomfortably intimidating.

The way he stood, with one hand on the concrete pillar holding himself up and legs placed with one behind and one infront with a knee bent slightly. I couldn't deny the man was absolutely gorgeous. Even though I couldn't see him properly. I knew. I just knew.

"STILL KING OF THE CAGE. THE WOLVERINE!"

The emcee announced, knocking me out of my trance. I took my gaze away from the man and looked back at my camera before I walked off toward a table.

-

As much as I tried to forget about him, a week after I went to the den for a photo opportunity, which I never got much to my own disappointment, I still couldn't get the stranger off my mind

The way he looked at me still gave me chills to think of it. Like a mixture of wildfire and a blizzard. The face of a man who would either kill someone for you or kill you.

And there was something terrifying but alluring about that.

Before I could process another thought, there was a knock at my door. A part of me thought it was a serial killer, and maybe that's my own fault for watching scream too many times.

And stupidly I asked "who is it?"

As if the serial killer would fucking reply like "Yeah its me let me in so I can stab you babygirl"

Slowly, I opened the door and almost dropped my phone.

"The guy from the cage?!"

-

I am taking requests still😄