Wolverine oneshots

Quit calling me 'bub'

Logan x Y/N [smut] 

(He's still Wolverine, but for this one, the world is at peace and he can live a normal life where he has no worries. You and him work at Walmart together, and that's how you met)

(I know this is random, but picture the layout of your apartment in this story as being the apartments in Royale High. The kitchen and couch at least (cuz they're close to each other and important to the story.)  

"Logan, can you help me with something over here?" I ask my coworker. All he is doing is standing with his back against the wall all zoned out. It seems as though he doesn't hear me, because he still had that same look; arms crossed, resting bitch face, you know what I'm talking about.

"Loooogan??" I say, waving my hand in front of his face. He blinks his way out of whatever trance he was in, then looks at me. He keeps the same grumpy face and just says, "hm.?"

I roll my eyes then repeat myself once again, "Can you help me with something please?" 

"No." 

"C'monnnn, it'll be quick." 

"Nope." 

"Why not?" 

"Do you need me to spell it out for you, bub? I said no." 

"Fine then. I'll fuckin' do it myself then." 

"Great."

I just roll my eyes and shake my head as I walk away. 

Now, I will admit, I may have just a small crush on Logan, but I can't imagine him feeling the same. I mean, come on, the man has no  feelings at all whatsoever. But I suppose, going for what you want never hurt anyone.. ish.. I am not  the type to go on without a fight. It's just light seduction, that's all I'll do. 

This thought, along with a small plan is what I think while doing double the work because this absolute idiot thinks he is going to just get away with shutting me down like that. When I said please! 

I start to walk in the wrong direction as to where I am meant to go, hoping he notices. I know he will, just watch. 

"Hey bub, you're going the wrong way, you know that right?"

I look back at him, still walking off course, and yell, "I'm going to take a piss dude! and why're you looking anyway?" 

I turn back to face my path, not even having to look at him to know that I just got him a tad bit offset.

I find a sticky note and a pen on my travels, then find a flat surface to write on. I write my apartment number and the building it's in, then fold it and slip it in between my pointer and middle finger, then hold it against my palm.

I walk back to where Logan luckily, still is. He is actually working, restocking toothpaste, but he looks bothered. My bad.. [internally giggling] 

"Hey bub. How's it going bub?" I say, somewhat mockingly. 

He smirks a little, but still looks grumpy. He turns to me with that resting bitch face and says, "You're fuckin' annoying. That's what's up." 

I smile and flutter my eyelashes at him, like a little girl. "Thanks love." I say, still smiling. 

I turn around, then the box of toothpaste catches my eye. "You've sure got a lot of toothpaste to restock." 

"Mh." He grumbles. I continue to mock him a little bit, until he looks at me, then at the box, sighs, and asks; very quietly, if I can help him.