Logan Howlett x reader
prompt: @locke-writes: “And then for the dialogue prompts maybe number 10 “We are definitely the coolest people here.” with Logan Howlett?”
“This is the last time you talk me into going anywhere ‘fun’ with you.” Logan grumbled as you dragged him through another huddle of partygoers. There was some resistance as you pulled him along, but you knew he’d be with you wherever you went.
“No, it’s not.” You smugly smiled and came to a halt, grabbing Logan’s other arm and observing his stiff expression as he glared around the room and looked ahead as you leaned near. “Besides, we are definitely the coolest people here. Let’s prove it.” You whispered into his ear, noticing his lips curve upwards.
“Yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow and gave the room another glace. “You might be right.”
“‘Might?’ Give me a break.” You rolled your eyes and kissed him hard enough for him to forget the room he was standing in, all the bystanders getting too close for comfort, and the music that would keep him complaining for the rest of the night. “Feel cool yet, babe?” You asked with the bat of your eyelashes.
“Yep.” Logan nodded with his lips tightened straight. “Why don’t we just do that one more time?”
“Why not?” You leaned in once more and at that very moment someone knocked straight into Logan’s back, it was only instinct that you grabbed your boyfriend’s wrists before he could raise his fists…or his claws.
“Oh, sorry, man. My bad, that was my bad.” The guy’s slurred words were ignored by Logan, but you peeked over his shoulder to put and end to anything that could potentially transpire.
“It’s fine, just get lost, okay?” You instructed while the idiot eyed your boyfriend up and down. “Now.” You spit and watched the guy scramble away. “Maybe this was a bad idea.” You frowned and noticed Logan’s claws detract.
“No kidding.” Logan’s jaw clenched, but he noticed your disappointed expression once he answered you. After a moment’s silence, he proposed new plans for the night. “We’re going home,” he began to walk off, escorting you through obnoxious partygoers, “I’ll let you choose where we pick up dinner, sound fair? Good.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond, but you didn’t need to.
You hung your head to hide your smile, you just couldn’t help it when he tried to be tough and thoughtful at the same time. Truth be told, spending one night alone with him was worth one hundred nights out and about, but you just thought a change of scenery wouldn’t hurt. You were wrong, but at least it all worked out for the best, huh?