Alright maybe he is kinda scary - Laura Kinney x Femme! reader (featuring the big man)
a continuation of this bad boy right here. also reader uses american units for the bit soz </3. Also i dont know how tents work so apologies
dividers by @strangergraphics <3
"its not that bad"
Laura muttered disparagingly as she hauled a cooler out of the back of her fathers truck. y/n's eye literally twitched
"its freezing. im literally gonna die out here, do you hate me?”
Laura snorts, patting her girlfriends side when she walked past
“youre literally not”
y/n made a face, tugging her jacket over the lower half of her face to shield it from the wind
"its like- its gotta be like 30 out here"
"minus one, you yank"
y/n made a face, tugging the collar of her coat over her nose. Laura just snorted, setting the cooler down by the rest of their things and tugging y/n to her side to mess up her hair.
"you-"
"Kid, where'r the stakes?"
Laura sighed, annoyed. not at particularly at her father, just at being pulled away from her girlfriend. however she was being pulled away by the old man, so maybe she was annoyed at her father.
she pulled away from y/n, trudging over to the piece of ancient history calling for her.
"uhhh..did we try the green bag? yea? okay then-"
y/n watched her girlfriend and (hopefully) future father in law bicker about whatever they were on about, she didn’t know. she stood awkwardly by the truck twiddling her thumbs until Laura waved her over.
"mm?"
She hummed as she scurried over to her girlfriends side. Laura placed a plastic something in her hand.
"Hold"
She said straightforwardly, leaning back down to yank and adjust things. Laura's hand then went back out in y/n's direction, making a grabby motion.
"Give"
Y/n snickered at her girlfriends new caveman vernacular, passing her the plastic bit which she then snapped in somewhere, standing up and brushing her hands off on her cargo pants. she turns her head, looking at y/n over her shoulder at y/n
"how do you feel about baked potatoes?"
"oh i assumed we'd be foraging for berries and eating crickets"
y/n murmured in response, giving the old man a glance ahead of them. Laura rolled her eyes.
"no we packed food, like the civilized omnivores we are"
she snickered, strolling over to the cooler and cracking it open. she surveyed the contents
It was dark, the fire was going, the vienna sausages were dubious. everything was as it should be. y/n and laura were sat by the fire, huddled together for warmth.
"its...so cold. still"
laura snickered, rubbing her girlfriends arm.
"youll survive it. i have faith in you"
y/n grumbled quietly to herself, lifting up her metal water bottle only to take a drink, only to find it empty. she stood up
"im gonna fill this up"
Laura nodded at her, looking back at the fire. y/n trecked it to the water bottle filling station a few feet away from their set up. She flicked the geriatric machine on, putting her bottle under it and praying to god she doesnt get a brain worm from it.
"hey, kid"
y/n genuinely jumps out of her skin as she hears logans voice from behind her. she slowly turns her head, looking over her shoulder at Logan. not really meeting his eyes, too spooky
"um..hi Mr. Howlett"
y/n forced a nervous smile, turning the rest of her body towards him. his gaze was pretty intense. she wished itd get less emotionally constipated. they stood in not necessarily uncomfortable but not very comfortable silence until Logan spoke again
"souh..you and my Laura, yea?"
y/n blinked, nodding slowly
"yea- yea were..a thing"
Logan nodded, scratching the back of his head. cause of the fleas probably. hah. that's rude, she didn't mean that.
"you.."
he started, then closed his mouth briefly before continuing
"im not great with words, kiddo. but- I think you're really good for her. and i appreciate all you do for my little girl. so- thank you, y/n. really"
he muttered, like the emotionally stunted 200 year old caveman he is. but he was trying to build the bridge, and that's what matters. y/n nodded along, smiling softly.
"that's- thank you, Mr. Howlett. really"
"call me logan, kiddo"
The old man nodded before trudging back into the wooded area of the campsite to do god knows what. y/n walked back to their little set up where Laura was. she plopped herself down beside her girlfriend, landing back on the blanket with a firm thud. Laura gave her a sidelong look
"took you a while. i thought you got eaten by a bear"
y/n snorted, turning her head to properly look at her.
"your dad's really not all that bad"
she murmured, followed swiftly a nod. Laura tucked y/n's head to her side, giving her forehead a tender kiss before looking back at the fire
"yea, he's not"
i am actually very bad at writing sap this was kind of an exercise to remedy that little hang up of mine. sorry ive been so absent university continues to be hard and any time i have to be on the compuper is generally spent fueling my MR addiction. but new year new me im gonna stop neglecting this blog KNOCKONWOOD okay bye
dedicated to @hellish-melon bcs they asked for a second part !!
