Hold Tight [Hugh Jackman! Logan! x Reader]

.:NINE:.

~Jordan's P.O.V.~

I watched Logan and (Y/N) interacting. Awwwww, I ship them already. I wonder what their ship name would be.

Then I noticed that Logan had finished off both plates, and therefore breakfast was over. I whacked his head with the spatula again.

"Oi! Cleanup time. C'mon. Get up." He growled at me, but (Y/N) put a hand on his forearm to calm him down.

Cue dying whale noises, that's so cute.

Oh! That reminds me. "Hey (Y/N), we seriously have to hurry up, Mum and papa will be home soon sooooooooo...I really don't feel like dying today." I made urgent hand motions, gesturing to the messy kitchen.

(Y/N) shot up. "Shit! You're right. We gotta move if you don't want your ass beat." Logan just sat slightly confused while we scurried around the kitchen like little ants-wait, no. Make that bees cause I have myrmecophobia and just the thought of those little creeps makes me want to tear at my skin.

"Come on, come on..." I scrubbed at some sticky flour. Randomly, a scene from the Jungle Book started playing in my head, the part where the apes were singing to Mowgli about wanting to be like man.

I opened my mouth, but (Y/N) stopped me.

"Jordan," she warned, "You start singing and I'll smack you through the wall. We have to work."

I put my hands up in a surrendering gesture. "I won't! I'm focused." It was a little too late, though. I heard the front door open, and we all froze.

"Hello...? Is someone there?" An older woman's voice rang out.

Oh, I am so fucking dead.

"Of course there's someone there, Marge, the door's unlocked. And you just gave away that we were here!" Another voice reprimanded.

"What if they need help, Steve?!"

My parents suddenly appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. They froze, taking in the scene.

Me, their twenty three year old daughter whom they haven't seen in almost five years, covered in flour and egg and breakfast ingredients-I was pretty sure there was even a glob of whipped cream in my messed up hair. Their prized, farmhouse styled, rustic kitchen was an absolute mess, and two almost strangers frozen as well, just as disheveled and exhausted looking as me.

"J-Jordan?" Mum choked out.

I schooled my terrified face. "Uh, yeah, it's me. But you're dreaming! I mean, did you remember to take your pills? It's dangerous not to. Why don't you get to bed and I'll be gone by the time you wake up properly."

"Cut the shit, Jordan. What are you doing here, and who are they?" My papa demanded. I don't want to set him off into a rage, so I just slowly set down my rag and stood like the perfect little soldier I was raised to be.

"Um, okay. So this is (Y/N), you may remember her from high school." (Y/N) timidly waved. "And the jackass over there sitting on his bum like we're servants is Logan, I don't actually know him. We got into a bit of a tight spot and needed a place to chill for awhile. So here we are."

Papa glared at us, while Mum just kind of shook and looked like she was about to cry. "We'll be gone soon! Just let us finish cleaning the kitchen and you won't see me again."

Logan stood silently, kind of flexing and puffing out his chest at papa, before striding over and put a protective arm around (Y/N).

Okay, that's adorable. But thanks for letting me face the wrath of my parents alone!

He shot me a look. Whatever you did, you deserve it.

Rude.

Mum broke into an angry sob, and I flinched. I'm okay, remember they aren't worth it anymore. They are in the wrong, not me.

"I suggest you leave." Papa growled.

My hands practically touched the ceiling. "What do you think I'm trying to do, dumbass?!"

"That is NOT how you speak to your father." Mum warned me. I glared.

"He was never my father. He's my step-father, and you best well remember that. And you know what? This isn't even worth it anymore." I picked up my rag then threw it at Mum's face. "Clean it yourself. Let's go guys."

~Logan's P.O.V.~

After Jordan got us pulled out of the insane battle of her parents coming home, she hasn't really been herself. As we walked down an old dirt road, I expected her to be ranting and raving about how dumb her parents were, but instead, she was quiet and pulled away from us.

(Y/N) had opened up to me a little more and she was walking with me instead of by herself, which made me feel a bit jittery inside. Not that I feel that way all the time. I'm too manly to feel that way, but I was a lot happier to see her trust in me bosting. The last thing I want is for her to not trust me and run off again. I don't think I could handle that.

"Hey Logan?"

I looked down to (Y/N). She looked troubled as she stared down at the road. "What's up?"

"Do you think Jordan's alright? She doesn't seem herself," (Y/N) worriedly says.

I looked over to Jordan who stared at the ground as we walked down a road. She did look really upset. I was going to help her out by asking if she was okay but then I thought about the times I had felt upset. It was best we had left her alone.

"I know she'll come around. I think we should just leave her be for a while. Let her collect her thoughts," I say and wrap an arm around her shoulders, bringing her in close.

(Y/N) didn't seem bothered by my action, so I rubbed her arm to cheer her up a bit. It seemed to work because she smiled and closed her eyes while we walked down the abandoned road.