CinnamanArtz [2017-06-11 08:07:06 +0000 UTC]
for anyone wanting to know the order i think i got it figured out
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Mad House Wolverine X Reader (X Pietro)“You’re what?” Logan growled in Charles general direction.
“I’m sending you and Pietro to a friend of mine’s until you two learn to tolerate each other.”
“I’m not letting you do this Charles.” Logan turned to leave, and Charles called back, “You don’t have a choice.”
Hank was happy to finally get rid of his arguing passengers. After two and a half hours of Pietro complaining from the backseat and Logan finally snapping at him could drive anyone insane. They continued to argue their way up to the house, in the quiet suburb they were staying in. They opened the front door and for once, a silence took over both of them. Bohemian Rhapsody played loudly and their host was on the upstairs balcony that overlooked the living room. She gave a smile and a wave. She then continued to jump over the railing and off the balcony, bounce off the couch with a front flip and land in a perfect bow from the waist.
“Boys. I
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Mad House Wolverine X Reader (X Pietro)“Eggs, Cheese, Celery, Beer, Twinkies. Beer?”
“Logan’s being needy.”
“Oh, yeah, Mr. We - have - no - food - in - the - house.”
“We didn’t!”
“I got you three packs of ding dongs! and you're barely even around the house.” PIetro childishly pouted, as they made their way from the car to the corner store
“And I thought we had a 12 pack.” (y/n) pushed open the door, activating a bell chime.
“Whatever.” Pietro snorted, heading for the candy. (y/n) caught him by his sliver jacket.
“Eggs, cheese” He groaned, but the objects appeared in the cart. “Celery” It appeared as the cart was started down the shopping aisles. “Twinkies.” Four packages were plopped into the cart. The list was finished by the time they reached the butchers counter in the back. (y/n) places an order for the meat for this week’s dinner. And smacked away Pietro as he tried to sneak candy in
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Mad House Wolverine X Reader (X Pietro)Logan hauled himself into the kitchen and flopped down at the table, in sweatpants and a wifebeater.
“Good Morning” (y/n) called from the stove. “Bacon and eggs?” He grunted. Pietro appeared in the kitchen, dressed, silver hair slicked back. He tossed his feet up on the table, leaning back on his chair.
“Pietro, That table is older that you, get your feet off it.” He snorted, pulling his feet to the ground. Logan gave him a look of agreement. Pietro caught it and put his feet right back on the table. (y/n) came over with a plate of bacon and eggs, placing it in front of Logan. She grabbed the still rolled up newspaper from the table and conked Pietro in the head. “Feet off. Not that hard to understand.” He grumbled, but put his feet down.
“Bacon and eggs, Pietro?” She called, returning to the stove.
“Mhhhmmm” Logan grabbed the newspaper, beginning to eat his breakfast. Silence. Finally.
After a few moments,
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HorseGuardian [2014-09-21 03:23:32 +0000 UTC]
Loving the mad house shots, excellent writing. However i have to say Logan is older than the main character. He was born in 1832, if going by the movie.
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