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otakubimbo · 3 months ago

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DRINKS & NIGHTMARES Logan Howlett (Worse Logan) x AFAB Mutant Reader !

Slight Angst. SLOW Burn. Minors DNI!

Of course on one of your worst days you leave your keys at your friends place but luckily your friend Wade has a spare. Lucky you..

You clumsily walk up the stairs of your apartment complex, fumbling around in your purse for your keys.

Shit.

Even in your drunken state, you realize you left your keys at your friend's house because, of course, you were not going to drive under the influence. You were too responsible for your own good because your house keys were on your car keys. A groan of frustration comes out of your mouth as you lay your head on your front door as the world spins around you. Luckily for you, even in your barely lucid state, you remember that you are most annoying friend Wade has a spare key to your apartment since unfortunately, you are a regular at losing your keys. With that thought in your head, you stumble your way to Wades apartment door, banging on it ever so slightly while yelling his name.

As the door finally opens after you incessant banging, you are amid calling out Wades name again when you realize it is not in fact Wade or his other roommate Blind Al that opened the door to your disheveled shelf. What greeted you instead was an adonis of a man, basically sex on legs in your current mind's eye. He looked familiar but in your drunken state you couldn’t remember where from.

“Oh uhm.” You begin stumbling back to make sure you’re at the correct apartment, as you’re about to fall the sexy stranger grabs you by the waist keeping you stable. As you quickly apologize for the possible in convenience, you take a step back after he gets you stable. “I really am so sorry; I could have sworn I came to my friend Wades apartment.”

You’re doing your best to keep your balance without the walking sex’s help, “Yeah, the weirdo lives here. What did you need him for” the sexy man asks you as you’re swaying in front of him, he looks at you curiously with a raised eyebrow as you start giggling glad that you in fact didn’t go to the wrong house.

“oh, okay good, good yeah, Wade has a key to my place, and I left my keys and now I’m locked out and I need to get in” You slur, as your high heels surprisingly keep you up right as you’re still swaying in front of this stranger who opened Wades door.

“He has a key to your place?” The stranger asks with an eyebrow raised. He looked at you with suspicion.

“Well yes, for emergencies. We are besties. I mean he’s a total nut job and gets on my ever-lasting nerves but that’s still my bestie” You had hoped that explanation would allow you into the place to locate your key so you could go back to your own apartment, but the brick wall of a stranger doesn’t seem to be budging. He actually looked pretty amused at your state, to your annoyance.

“Can you just move? I’m trying to go home.” You ask, trying to keep a smile on your face attempting to keep things civil. You didn’t want to hurt him or cause a scene.

“No” He crosses his arms to stand between you and your possible way home.

You look at him dumbfounded, “Seriously”

He just smirks at you, unmoving from his position in front of your only pathway to finding your keys and achieving a good night's rest. You thought for a second, yes, you were a mutant and you didn’t want to hurt a civilian, but he wouldn’t listen to reason, and you were too drunk to think of more reason so if you just slightly did something to move him out your way that wouldn’t be wrong right? If you just simply condensed the matter in front of him and gave it a slight shove, all he would do is just fall over, right? You’ve already justified it towards yourself as you being slightly condensing the matter in front of him and going to give him just a slight shove.

The man doesn’t even budge as you push him, which immediately makes your face scrunch in annoyance. Any other man would have been on the ground from that but not this one.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re going to have to push me a lot harder than that to get me out of your way” His obnoxious smirk appeared on his face again as his eyes lit up at your actions. You almost had half the mind to crush his head into dust before you felt a hefty arm drape around your shoulders.

“Angel baby what are you doing here? You lost your keys again? You trying to fuck my man, or kill him? Either way let me join” Wade’s voice comes from your side and your hands automatically relax as you lean your head onto his shoulder.

“I’m drunk and I want to go home.” You whine shutting your eyes knowing that you didn’t have to carry your own weight anymore, relying directly on Wade.

“Yeah, I can tell, sugar baby, you smell like Wolfie over here and a bar. How much have you had to drink tonight? Don’t tell me that loser of a boyfriend you have found out about our secret love affair.” Wade says as he brings you into his apartment, the sexy stranger luckily finally moving out of the way.

“Funny thing is,” You being as he sets you down gently on his couch, taking your heels off for you, “He actually thought I was cheating on him with you, so he fucked my best friend.” You finish as you start laughing, which sounds similar to a sob, but no tears escape your eyes.

“Oh, do you want me to go cut his dick off?” Wade asks in a joking but completely serious manner.

“Yes but no.” You state as you throw a hand over your head further sinking into the couch, “I need my keys so I can go home. I left my keys at Cats house.”

“Oh you went out with Cat, I ‘m surprised your liver hasn’t exploded and she didn’t�� knife that so called best friend of yours.” Wade comments as he starts covering you with a blanket.

“no no no no no, I’m not staying here, I need to go home and do my skincare routine and all that other stuff. I’m not sleeping in this dress” You grumble as you force yourself to sit up, the room spinning around you.

“I’m sorry Adam Eve, if you go and choke on your own vomit and die at your place, I don’t think Blind Al will forgive me. And plus, Vanessa bought all your skincare favorites and put it in the extra bathroom.” He says attempting to convince you to stay, he was worried about you, you weren’t the type to get this kind of drunk.

“Oh bless her, please make up with her because shes the best. Okay okay I’ll stay and let me just go fix my face and gimme something to wear cause yeah.” You say as you stumble up from the couch, the dress that could be considered a shirt by how short it was riding up as you attempt to pull it down.

“It looks like you were trying to become someone’s fourth baby mother with that outfit, good thing you came here instead, and you can be my first one.”

“Wade stop, I’m tired, move before I move you.” You say as you stumble past him, slightly pushing on his chest with no real force, even in your drunken stupor you know where you’re going. You’ve always usually stayed in their ‘guest’ room, and you guessed this time would be no different. As you walked into your usual domain, you didn’t notice the other presence that was in the room as you make your way to the bathroom. Sure enough, your skincare things were in there along with a few other things that you paid no mention to in the state that you were in. While you did your skin care you couldn’t even register the commotion that was going out outside of the extra bedroom door.

Logan was not expecting to hear a woman’s voice calling out Wades name, so late in the night. It actually irritated the Wolverine until he actually opened the door and there YOU were stumbling into him in a dress that barely could be considered that. As he grabbed you by your waist to keep you balanced, he could feel the warmth of your body against him taking in a whiff of your scent. Oh you smelt intoxicating and looked even more so. You were slight frazzled; your edges were sweated out and your hair frizzy. The mascara you had on was completely smudged from what exactly he couldn’t tell but he knew he had never seen anyone so beautiful before.

He listens to you cutely ramble about looking for Wade, which does tick him off a bit because why would someone like you be looking for someone like Wade and then you giggle. You are fucking giggling, and it was cute, it was so cute. But it wasn’t until you shoved him with your mutation that the cocky smirk he had turned into an actual smile. Well that was until Wade came home, slinging an arm around your shoulder that pulled him back into reality. Wade could practically see the hearts in Logan’s eyes as he looked at you

Wade lets you in the house and Logan couldn’t help himself but listen to the conversation the two of you had. He couldn’t believe his ears at what idiot would cheat on you, especially an idiot who actually thought you were sleeping with Wade. WADE. But as he watched you make your way to the room that he was currently occupying and the look on Wades face as he watched you, there had to at least be something there, right?

“So what’s your story with her?” Logan uncharacteristically asks, attempting to sound as uncaring as possible as he cracked open another beer.

“Ah my little ex x-man, she’s a little rough around the edges but that woman’s got a heart of gold” Wade replied as a small smile graces his features. So you used to be an x man? He doesn’t remember you from his timeline and there’s no way he wouldn’t have remembered you. “She’s picked me up from a lot of downs, takes care of me like I’m her kid or something” Wade speaks so fondly, so genuinely. “When Vanessa first left me, she would come over everyday to bring me breakfast lunch and dinner, making sure I ate and didn’t completely waste away. She did call me a pussy bitch every time but that’s just her way of showing she cares. Kind of like you.”

Logan scoffs at this, “not like me at all cause I don’t care”

Wade rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, clapping his hands together “anyways im gonna need to check on Cat and get the lil drunk fairy her things.”

“Not gonna go rip that guys dick off?” Logan’s nonchalant attitude slightly slipping.

“No, what the Angel Beat wants, she gets. Make sure she doesn’t die while I’m gone. Like I said Blind Al would be so pissed, she loves Sunday dinner.” Wade makes his leave, as Logan just grunts at his behavior.

Once the nuance was gone, Logan sat back relaxing on the couch, resigned that it would be his bed for the night. He’s slept in worse places; it would be fine. That all was until he heard you whimpering from his room, he could hear your heart rate picking up, something was wrong. He gets up from his position, going to knock on the door softly asking if you were okay. When he doesn’t get a response but continues to sense your desperation, smell your fear he just burst through the door. The sudden sound and movement, forces you out of the nightmare you can’t stop reliving. Your eyes are blown wide, as you’re sweating and panting. You frantically look around, apologizing and making sure you didn’t denigrate anything in your unconscious state.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t” you start to question as you try to get your breathing regulated, “everything is in one piece, yeah?”

When your eyes finally find Logan’s, they looked sad but understanding. That wasn’t the look you were expecting, and it almost broke the remainder of stability you had left.

“Yeah everything’s fine. We are fine, you’re fine” Logan’s voice coming out as reassuring as possible, slowly making his way towards you. You looked like a deer in the headlights, a rabbit staring into the barrel of a gun, he knew that look well, he’s worn that look. His body was moving before his mind as he gets into bed pulling you into him, stroking your face trying to relax you.

You’re still tense in his arms as he has you cradled into his chest. “Everyone’s okay, you’re okay.” He reassured you until you’re repeating the words back to him

“Everyone’s okay; I’m okay” you repeat for a second time, melting into his warmth burying yourself deeper into the comfort of his chest. If you were anymore coherent and not off the adrenaline of another nightmare you may be considered that it was weird that you were seeking such comfort in a stranger and that he was so easily able to comfort you.But that was a problem thought for tomorrow, as for tonight you were going to sink into the comfort of this stranger, relishing in a feeling of safety and security that you haven’t felt in years.

In the morning, the regret immediately sinks in as you wake up with a groan. You may haven’t gotten the best sleep you’ve ever had but the pillow you had been holding onto so tightly, started moving and that’s when you realize that it wasn’t a pillow but a well built chest you were cuddled up to. Also, that it wasn’t your weighted blanket from your apartment keeping you grounded but an arm, a warm comforting arm that you didn’t know who it belonged to. As slowly and gently as possible you slip out of the tight hold he had you in, not even bothering to grab any of your things from the bathroom as you make a quick escape out of the bedroom.

The last thing you wanted to hear was the first thing you heard as you gently closed the door behind you, “well good morning cupcake. I didn’t know you were one to dine and dash”

You groan, “I really wish those experiments would have gotten your vocal cords”

“That’s not a kind way to treat your own personal Cupid!” Wade gasps loudly as you try to shush him in hopes of not waking up the man you just woke up too.

“It wasn’t even like that.” You roll your eyes as you take a seat on the couch, “I had another nightmare”

“So he fucked the worry out of you?”

“No! For fucks sake. He just comforted me and…… we cuddled. That’s it, that’s all. “

“I knew Wolvie was a cuddler but that doesn’t explain why you’re in his clothes doll face” Wade points out as you look down at your attire expecting to see one of his shirts but nope you were in a hockey jersey, you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. Wade was never going to let you live this down, ever.

“I just grabbed what you had in the drawers, you didn’t tell me anyone was staying work you!” You begin and then you start to process everything that he said , I knew wolvie was a cuddled,. Oh no, he couldn’t have meant The Wolverine, not the Wolverine that he brought back to this universe, not the Wolverine that you used to have the hugest crush on well of Course not exactly that one but close enough though right?

Wade could see the gears turning in your head as you put two and two together, when you look at him he’s grinning like a lunatic at you realizing. You’re surprised he isn’t in fear of his life because you were going kill him.

“I’m going to kill you” you start as you being to stalk over him, he could feel your power surging even at the distance between the two of you. His hands immediately go up in surrender as he tries to verbally defend himself.

“Wait wait wait, look look” he begins as he takes our your keys, your actual keys not your spare “I went and got your keys and made sure Cat was okay. Have mercy” He pleads as he slides your keys over to you, grabbing them with a smile.

“Thank you wade, I’ll make this as quick as possible then” you grin devilishly at him as you begin to condense the matter around his throat basically choking him. Before things could get any further, Logan walks out grumbling about what the hell the noise was about. As your graze falls upon the shirtless mutant you get flustered all over again thinking about how that was the chest you were using as a pillow all night.

You let go of Wade, leaving just with the words “I gotta go” escaping from your mouth as you ignore Wades gasping and The wolverines stares as your back as he watches you leave in HIS shirt, getting a peak under it as your storming out realizing that you didn’t have any panties on underneath.

You were definitely something. Something interesting.

It was only a few hours after you left that another knock came at the door that Logan answered again, just to fine his jersey nearly folded on top of a lunch box with a note that read:

Tell anyone about last night and you’re dead <3 y/n

Logan smiled to himself as he took a bite of the food you made, fucking delicious, calling out to Wade asking him when that dumb next Sunday dinner was.

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