Marvel: Reader Inserts

Good Enough ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

You sighed at the invitation in your hand. It was no shock to you to receive the wedding invite, it was from your own brother, but it stung none the less. Though you were very happy for your younger brother, you couldn't help but ache for a relationship yourself. You wanted someone to be your confidant, your best friend. You wanted a partner to go through the difficulties of life with, someone to lean on. But you were never that girl.

You also had a lot of insecurities surrounding yourself and relationships. You had never been in one. No one was ever interested in you. You weren't what the world deemed a perfect girl. You were average, for the most part. It didn't help that you were a mutant with the ability to turn invisible. Often, your mutation linked to your emotions, making you go invisible when you were nervous or excited or embarrassed. You didn't help the X-Men besides being a teacher at the school. You weren't what people wanted, leaving you feeling alone and longing.

"If you glare at that paper any longer, it may actually turn invisible," Logan's gruff voice broke through your internal downward spiral.

You jumped slight, looking behind you to see Logan leaning against the kitchen doorway. "Oh, sorry," you mumbled.

"Nothin' to be apologizing about." He pushed himself off of the doorway and walked over. "Now, what's got you glaring that hard?" He peeked over your shoulder. "A wedding?"

"It's my brothers."

He nodded, grunting. "And... we don't like him?"

"No," you shook your head, "we love him. And I'm so very happy for him. It's just..." Logan sat down in the chair next to you, waiting for more of your response. "It's nothing. I'm fine."

"Not buying it, sweetheart."

You sighed. How much of the truth to you tell the man you stole your heart but had no idea? "It's just... I'm happy for my brother. I honestly don't want the relationship that they have, but I... I want a relationship. Sometimes I get lonely or I just want someone to share the good, the bad, and the ugly with."

Logan nodded. "I understand a bit. With my, uh, long life, I've definitely had my moments where I've felt that."

"Do you still?"

"Sometimes," he shrugged.

"There's also the fact that I really don't want to go to this wedding alone. I will be cornered, asked why I'm single and given suggestions on what I need to do or change to get a man."

Logan's brows pinched together. "That's not right."

"Yeah, well, it's how it's gonna be."

"Not if I come with ya."

Your heart began hammering in your chest. "What?"

"I'll come with you. As a, uh, date—a fake date. To throw them off your case."

"Why would you want to do that?"

Logan shrugged. "I'm free and Charles keeps trying to get me out of the mansion." And to help you, Logan thought. He would do anything to help you and be close to you.

"Oh." You couldn't help but feel a tinge of hurt at the thought of Logan just coming to get Charles off his back. "I really don't want to put you out—"

"I got no plans. I'll be there."

~~~

Your hands shook as you finished up getting ready for your brother's wedding. This whole day was overwhelming to you. You were so happy for your brother and his bride, but the thought of people questioning you and pitying you had your stomach in knots. A firm knock on your door broke you out of your thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you walked over and opened it. There stood Logan, looking better than ever. He had clearly done his hair with more purpose and trimmed his facial hair. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a black bow-tie. You were taken back by the effort he had put in.

Logan felt the same way about you. You looked gorgeous. He had never seen that dress on you before, most likely because it was specific for the wedding. You were all dolled up and it took his breath away. Today might be more than he signed up for, and he was okay with that.

Logan cleared his throat. "You, uh, you look very pretty," he said, more nervous than he meant to.

"Thanks," you responded bashfully. You looked down, feeling your ability beginning to take control. "Shit."

Logan reached out and took your arm. "It's alright. Maybe letting it out now will help with the wedding." He was assuming that your nervousness was triggering your invisibility and not his compliment. "I'll keep a hold of you so I don't lose you."

All you could do was nod, thankful that only part of you was invisible. You shut your door and let Logan lead you into the garage and toward your car. He helped you into the passenger seat before going around to the driver's side and heading off.

~~~

The drive was mostly quiet, which you were thankful for. Between Logan being your date and this wedding, your mind was all over the place. You were also grateful that you were able to get your invisibility under control. Logan parked the car and glanced over at you.

"We can turn around if you want," Logan said softly. "You don't have to put yourself through this."

You pressed out a smile as you looked his way. "Thanks, Logan, but I can manage."

Logan sighed as he got out of the car and walked around to help you out. He wished that he had the courage to say something about his own feelings towards you. But he was sure you just saw him as a friend. You looped your arm through Logan's and let him lead you into the venue.

~~~

Your family was excited to see you and you were grateful that your parents understood not press the fact that Logan came with you. Logan sat in the last row during the ceremony as you were forced to stand on the bride's side as on of the bridesmaids. His eyes remained glued on you. Your forced smile. The way your hands flickered in out how of visibility. But the thing that hit him hard was your glossy eyes. He knew that you weren't crying because of the joy a wedding brought. Logan had to clench his fists tightly to prevent himself from going up there and pulling you away.

Logan continued to watch from a protective distance once the ceremony was over and you were pulled into pictures. The longer it went on, the more he could see everything weighing down on you and was angry that no one else was picking up on it.

As soon as you were excused from pictures, Logan watched as you slipped away. Your invisibility took control and you were suddenly gone. Logan moved with purpose as he followed your scent and the frantic beating of your heart. He followed you to a small room in the back of the venue and locked it behind him. The sobs that began to sound from your invisible form, tore through Logan.

"Sweetheart," he breathed out, keeping near the door.

"I... I just don't understand," you sobbed. "I don't understand why I'm not good enough... Not good enough for a date or a glance or a one night stand... I understand that I can be difficult and weird and I'm not the prettiest girl in the world but I... I deserve good things too. I just want to be good enough too..."

Logan's heart was breaking at the pure realization that you truly believed that you were not good enough. He took a careful step forward, using his senses to try and figure out exactly what your position was in this room. He reached out his hand and was grateful when it brushed agains your arm. Logan gently grabbed it and pulled you into him. You leaned in and let yourself cry as he tenderly held you.

"I just want to be enough for someone," you sobbed. "Why I am never good enough?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you're so wrong," he softly said. "You are perfect. You are kind and beautiful. You are so talented and the best teacher. Anyone who can't see those things are idiots... Darlin'," he pulled back as you continued to shimmer in and out of visibility. His hands tenderly came up and held your face. "You are good enough... you are more than good enough."

"Logan—"

"No, I should have been honest with you a while ago... You are enough for me, sweetheart. So much more than enough." His thumbs gently brushed against your cheeks as your tears continued to fall.

"You... You aren't just saying that?"

"Honey, you know me, I'm not one for words unless I mean them... You are good enough for me. Hell, you're perfect in my eyes. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to show you that." His lips met yours for a short but sweet kiss. "You are enough."