Hello!!! I love love love all ur Logan fics!! So I was wondering if maybe u could write abt him proposing to reader, kinda low key and slighty awkward but sweet yk :D
anyways thanks for sharing your writing it’s really nice! <3
Thank you so much you're too kind!!! Sorry I took so long with this request I have been so busy lately... Anyways here's Logan x Oblivious! Reader cuz she my hg.
The truth is you would be so blindly unaware of it since day 1.
Logan had been planning it for weeks. Maybe longer. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. But there were signs everywhere around the house. A book about flowers left open on the table. A crumpled pamphlet from a jewelry store tucked between some papers. A suspicious little velvet box hidden in the back of his drawer.
He took you out to get your nails done one afternoon, sitting awkwardly in one of those tiny salon chairs uncomfortably while you picked a color. When you hovered over something dark, he casually leaned over your shoulder.
You glanced over your shoulder. “You care about nail polish now?”
He shrugged, pretending to examine something on the wall. “Just sayin’.”
You chose white, but you never saw the way his shoulders relaxed a little when you did.
A few days later he suggested a drive. "Nothing fancy" He told you, "Just a reason to get out of the house." You didn’t think twice about it when he steered the truck farther away from the city, deeper into the quiet places where the air smelled like pine and the roads curved through hills.
Eventually he stopped at a secluded spot overlooking a lake. The water was calm, reflecting the late afternoon sky like glass. It was like he was in his own world. In a place that was calm, beautiful, and of course the only thing that would make things perfect--You.
You stepped out of the truck and stretched your arms above your head.
“Logan,” you said, looking around in awe. “This place is beautiful.”
He just grunted, leaning against the door like it wasn’t the first time he’d driven out there alone just to make sure it was perfect.
You wandered toward the edge of the overlook, completely absorbed in the scenery, the wind tugging gently at your hair.
Behind you, Logan reached into his pocket.
He had planned this moment about ten different ways in his head. What he might say. How he might say it. None of it seemed right now that you were actually here.
You turned around to see him reach into his jacket pocket.
When he pulled out the velvet box, your brain stopped working entirely.
Logan stared at you like he had just discovered a brand new level of patience he didn’t know he possessed.
Inside sat a simple silver ring.
Your mouth slowly fell open.
Logan rubbed the back of his neck, tension easing just a little.
“Told you white looked good on you,” he muttered.
You stared at him. “You… you planned this?”
He gave a small shrug. “Tried to.”
Your eyes flicked between him and the ring.
For a second he didn’t speak.
Then he looked at you properly, eyes softening just a little.
“Do you want to marry me?” he asked, voice rough but steady.
The words hung quietly between you.
Your heart gave a small, startled flip.
Logan raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t be standin’ out here with a ring if I wasn’t.”
You glanced down at your white nails again, then back at him, realization slowly settling in.
“…That’s why you wanted white.”
He huffed quietly. “Thought it’d look better in pictures.”
That made you laugh, soft and a little breathless.
You stepped closer, reaching for his hand.
“Well,” you said gently, glancing once more at the ring before meeting his eyes, “good thing I listened to you then.”
Logan’s shoulders eased just a little.
“So… is that a yes?” he asked.
“Yes, Logan. I want to marry you.”
