Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3

Sweet Child O' Mine - Logan

Putting your earphones in, you allowed yourself to relax slightly at the melodic roaring of Metallica's 'My Friend of Misery'; pulling off your pyjama bottoms and yanking on a pair of jeans, socks and shoes, you made your way down to the kitchen. While there, you quickly rolled a couple of cigarettes using the paraphernalia you kept stashed away behind the sugar and coffee jars before making your way outside; you were startled slightly to see Logan already out there, his eyes focused on nothing at all and looking almost jet black in the darkness.

"Hey," you mumbled, sitting beside him and yanking out one of your earphones. "Got a lighter?"

"Yeah," Logan grumbled, digging around in his jeans before passing you a beat up Zippo; you lit one of your cigarettes and offered the other to him, but he denied. "Why you up?"

"Couldn't sleep," you admitted, offering him your spare earphone, he took it and smiled when he realised you were listening to Metallica. "You?"

"Same shit," he said vaguely. "Why can't you sleep?"

"Lotta reasons," you chuckled, taking a drag from your cigarette and smiling to yourself when you heard the introduction of 'Sweet Child O' Mine' by Guns 'N' Roses.

"Fair enough," Logan nodded, his fingers gently twitching to the beat of the song.

"Sweet child o' mine, woah, oh, oh, oh, sweet love of mine," you sang quietly, the notes fusing with the smoke and drawing Logan's attention. "She's got eyes of the bluest kind, as if they thought of rain, I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain." Your eyes met his as you sing the last bit, as if you were searching for the pain in them that you would hate to ever witness.

"Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide," Logan didn't sing the words, more grumbled reluctantly and tucked a stray hair behind your ear and offered you a small smirk. "You should be asleep right now."

"So should you," you pointed out, taking another drag. "But instead we're out here singing Sweet Child O' Mine at..." You paused to check the time. "Twenty to five in the morning."

"Fair point," he chuckled softly, eyes scanning your face before he turned his gaze to the horizon. "I never knew you smoked that shit."

"I don't exactly hide it," you told him, a puff of smoke leaving your lips. "I think you're losing your marbles a bit, old man."

"Shut it, sweet child o' mine," he teased, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Tell you what, you finish that shit off, and I'll stay with you tonight."

"Sounds like a weird date, Logan," you grinned. "But I'll bite."