Marvel: Reader Inserts

The Library ~ Part 5 ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

Months had passed and the two of you were doing better. Yes, there were hard moments, but you two were resolved to working through them together.

Logan found you in the library in the afternoon. Your fingers were running against the spines of a stack of new books, absorbing the information in them. There was a light smile on your face, causing Logan's lips to quirk up. After watching you for a moment, he came over and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You giggled as he began pressing opened-mouth kisses up your neck.

"Logan..." you whined.

"Mmm?" He hummed, still kissing you.

"We're in the library."

"Don't care. Need you."

You giggled. He turned you in his arms and finally kissed you on the lips. You melted into him, hands sliding up to go around his neck. Logan deepened the kiss as his hands held you tighter. When the two of you finally broke the kiss, you smiled at him.

"How's your day been?" You asked.

"Better now that I have you," he answered.

You rolled your eyes. "Have any plans tonight?"

"Nothin' much, just takin' you out."

"Really?"

"Yeah, thought we could go into town. Get some dinner. Walk around—"

"Go to the bookshop?"

Logan chuckled. "I was gettin' there."

"When are we leaving?"

"As soon as you're ready."

"Let me change and then we can go."

~~~

You changed into a brand new sweater that you'd been saving for a moment like this. When you stepped out, Logan was leaning against the wall opposite your door. He was wearing a black button-up, sleeves rolled just enough to show the veins on his forearms. He had gotten fixed up just for you, and you swore you had never seen him look better. Logan stood up straight, eyes shamelessly taking you in.

"That new?" He questioned, voice rough.

You nodded, biting your lip slightly.

He groaned, reaching out and pulling you closer by your hips. "That sweater's gonna be the death of me, sweetheart."

"Well, you don't look so bad yourself, handsome."

The two of you shared a kiss and then you were on your way.

~~~

You practically skipped into the bookshop, dragging Logan along as he chuckled. You ran your fingertips along the spines, whispering facts and stories about the ones you had read and the ones you still longed to. Logan followed closely, watching you more than the shelves because you were his favorite story.

"Logan? Can I get a few books?" You timidly asked, fingers lingering next to one you really wanted to grab.

Logan grabbed the book for you with a smirk. "What other books can I hold for you, baby?"

You quickly pulled him into a kiss. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Logan grabbed every book you so much as glanced at or touched for longer than ten seconds. He ended up walking out of the book store with a large tote full of books in one hand and your hand in another.

~~~

After a lovely dinner at a nearby bistro, you and Logan were walking back to the car. You were leaning into him slightly, growing tired. You glanced up at the stars beginning to show over head and opened your mouth to say something but the only thing that came out was a cry of pain. Something had been shot at you and hit you in the neck. You staggered to the side. Logan turned towards you as black vans slammed into the curb. Dozens of boots hit the pavement. The men were armed and masked and fast, too fast.