Marvel: Reader Inserts

The Library ~ Part 2 ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

The week after you both confessed your feelings had been sweet. It was quiet and a little awkward. Logan still brought you coffee every morning with a kiss. You still saved him the same table in the library, but with more notes. You talked more and laughed more. And maybe stared a little longer than necessary, but who was to blame either of you. You share soft kisses occasionally, along with smiles and nervous looks.

You were just locking up the library for the evening, when you turned and suddenly Logan was there.

"Shit," you breathed, pressing a hand to your chest. "You move too quiet."

He chuckled. "Sorry. Didn't know you swear."

"Try not to... what's up?"

"I just— I wanted to catch you before you disappeared for the night."

You smiled. "You've caught me."

"I was thinkin'..."

You tilted your head. "That's always a good start."

He huffed out a small laugh, still not quite looking you in the eye. "I was thinkin' maybe... you and me. We could, uh, I dunno. Go somewhere. Like, on purpose."

Your heart fluttered. "Like a date?"

His eyes finally met yours. "Yeah. Like a real on. Not just me makin' excuses to be in the library."

You giggled. "I like those excuses."

He shrugged. "Still got more if this goes bad."

You took a step closer, reaching out so that your fingers brushed lightly against his. "It won't."

"So... you wanna?"

"Logan, of course I want to go on a date with you."

He looked stunned for just a moment— like he wasn't sure what he expected, but that answer had knocked the wind out of him. And then he nodded, lips twitching into a kind smile he gave only to you. "I'll come up with something good." His hands timidly came to your sides, pulling you in. He gave your lips a light kiss.

You smiled. "It already is."

~~~

You were expecting something simple. Maybe coffee or a movie or a walk in the garden. What you didn't expect was to find Logan standing outside your door in a fresh flannel and cleaned leather jacket, holding a picnic basket. You noticed how he looked deeply uncomfortable, like he might bolt.

"This is not a trick," he muttered. "I swear."

You held back a laugh. "Did you... pack dinner?"

His ears went pink. "Jean said you liked stars. And quiet. Figured the back hill would be better than a crowded restaurant."

You gave him a peck on the cheek before smiling. "It's perfect."

~~~

The two of you walked in silence at first. It wasn't awkward. Logan had the picnic basket in one hand and your hand in the other. When you reached the top of the grassy hill, Logan laid out a blanket like he'd done it a thousand times, though he clearly hadn't. Then he opened the basket. Inside you found six sandwiches, a few bags of chips, two water bottles, a small thermos of coffee, and a flask of something strong.

"Fancy," you teased, sitting down beside the basket.

He shrugged, joining you. "Didn't know what you liked, so I made three kinds."

You glanced at him. "You made all this?"

"Yeah, well, I'm tryin' to impress ya."

"Logan, we've already said 'I love you'."