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✩°｡𓏲🧺𖦹 ₊˚ TAGS / SUMMARY / CREDS Third Person , Androgynous Reader , Platonic Relationship , Logan Howlett / Reader , Bubbly / Stoic. "It wouldn't hurt you to smile," they beamed. "It really would," he mumbled. Inspired by a prompt by cosmophoriia on Tumblr.
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One of Logan's friends was the most upbeat, bubbly person he knew. As much as he hated it, told them it was annoying, or insisted that they need to calm down, the two still respected each other. That was enough for them to be friends on Logan's side.
Logan grunted softly as he sat down in one of the chairs in the common room. He was still sore from a fight he had the previous day. Even if his body could regenerate, it didn't heal his aching muscles. He grabbed the remote and began flicking through the channels. "Nope. No. Nah," Logan muttered under his breath as he mindlessly continued. He set his elbow against the arm rest of the chair, putting his chin in his palm. He exhaled deeply and kept browsing in hopes something interesting would come up.
Some faint footsteps came from the corridor that went from the dining hall to the common room. "Logan! Marie told me you're finally back," a voice called from around the corner. The mutant sighed, his hand moving from under his chin to his temples. "Yea, kid. I'm back. What about it," he asked with a slightly irritated tone. They winced a bit at the way he spoke, but they knew that's how he always was when they came around. They ran over to his chair, sat on the floor right next to him, and tossed their head back to smile up at him. "What do you mean 'what about it'? I missed you! I miss you more than you could imagine. It feels like you've been gone for, like, a million years," they whined to him. They turned around so they were facing him. "Please don't leave for that long ever again," they begged with a pouty lip. Logan groaned softly. "I was only gone for two days. You're living. You're breathing. You're fine," he reassured him as he ran his hand back along their head.
They let out a soft huff of air before standing up. "You're such a sour puss," they teased. "Look. Watch. I'm gonna pretend to be you," they giggled. Logan rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what was coming. They immediately put on the most dramatic, grumpy expression they could and made their voice sound as gruff as possible. "I'm Logan and I'm the most grumpy, mean, aggressive person ever! I'm such a lone wolf! I don't need anyone," they mocked while trying their hardest to repress their smile. "Stop that," he growled. Their eyes widened a bit at his tone, feeling slightly intimidated. "You must be fun at parties," the muttered. "What'd you say," Logan asked with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing." They kept a soft smile on their face as they moved to the couch that was next to the chair he was in.
They decided to mess with him a bit more, so they sat there staring at him. It took Logan a few minutes to realize what they were doing. Once he did, he looked at them with a sharp gaze. "What? Is there something on my face," he asked, trying to play along. They paused for a second to think of a response. "Yeah. There actually is. You know what it is? A big, fat, sour frown," they said. "It would be better if you smiled like this," they beamed as they gave him their biggest, happiest grin. "See! Like that! Now you try," they offered. Logan shook his head. "No. I'm not gonna smile, kid. Stop that," he insisted, trying to shoo them off with his hand. He had no idea he just started a back and forth.
"But I love your smile!" "You love everything about me." "Yeah, but your smileeeee!" "No." "Yes." "Nope." "Please?" "No." "Pretty please? With a cherry on top? And some Dr.P too?" "Not happening," he said.
They got up from the couch, stood in front of him, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him. "Logan! It wouldn't hurt to smile! It really wouldn't," they said to him in a sing-somg voice. "It really would," he replied. "No it wouldn't. You just don't wanna try," they told him, being completely right. "Okay? I'm not gonna do something I don't want to. Now move so I can find something to watch," he grunted. They smiled hard once they realized just what they could say to get him to smile. "I love you, Logan," they hummed, sitting down on the couch and awaiting his reaction. As they guessed, he smiled softly. "I love you too, kid," he sighed, chuckling quietly.
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