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Would it be wrong of me to just NOT watch season 2 of The Last of Us? I remember hating the game, couldn’t go through it, I was so invested in Joel’s life that it felt like I was literally grieving a friend.

I don’t wanna go through that again, especially now that Pedro plays him. I thought I could do it when season1 cane out, but now I'm not sure

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Behind those Hazel eyes

I felt a bit angsty, I suppose that as sexy as Old Man Logan getting more feral as he gets older sounds in theory, in practice it could be a little heartbreaking watching your loved one wither away and give into their most basic instincts.

You don't need to open your eyes to know he is awake. Staring. As he always does lately. You can feel the weight of his stare in the back of your head.

He moves closer, close enough for his body heat to warm you up. And then, he sniffs your hair. One, two, three times, as many as he needs to to calm himself down. He is restless, though one would not know given how calm and collected he always seems to be. It's a lie, a facade; a semi human mask he puts on to hide what he really is inside.

An animal.

Not that you would love him any less.

Animals are loyal, animals act on pure instinct, animals protect their families.

A satisfied growl comes out of his chest. His breathing starts to calm down. An arm lazily finds its way around your waist, pulling your flush against his strong hairy chest. You turn around to face him. His expression is unreadable, the darkness of the room doesn't help you at all. The dim light of the moon sneaking in between the thin curtains only serves to highlight his rougher edges.

For a couple of seconds you just lay there, facing each other. His glossy eyes are barely able to restrain any of the hunger that was stored in them.

"Couldn't sleep?"

He doesn't answer with words, instead, he lets a grunt do the talking. Lately, he doesn't talk much, not that he was always the greatest converser, yet you find yourself missing those little talks you used to have.

Logan scoots closer, you feel his 500 pound body pressing against you, not crushing but enough to keep you in place. His mouth moves towards your pulse point, his grey beard reminding you that he's going to need a new trim sooner than later.

And then, he kisses you, doesn't lick you, he just softly kisses your neck as if it's the most precious thing in the world. For a few moments, everything is back to how it usually was. Just the two of you silently pleading eternal devotion to each other's bodies in a passionate demonstration of love.

It's consuming, that uncertainty about what's going on in his mind, how the gradual loss of his humanity is affecting him. You don't know what will happen tomorrow, you don't know if there will be a day when those eyes won't recognize you anymore.

Still, you know that your heart will always love him, nobody else will do. No matter what he is, what he becomes, you're his for all eternity. And you know that as long as there is that burning flame of love in his eyes, that unbreakable passion and desire. That there will hope for you two.

For now, you just lay together in bed, enjoying each other's caresses and kisses. Whatever issue life throws at you, it can wait until tomorrow.

Tonight, he's yours.

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Hear me out: origins or worst Logan with an s/o who lowkey prides themselves in being able to cry in complete silence (bad childhood projection core) and he finds you crying about something ‘small’ because I’m obsessed with the idea that this man has finetuned hearing and smelling idk its Logan core and he’s hesitant at first because he doesn’t consider himself to be a good comforter but his heart also breaks at the sounds of you trying to hold in your breaths (choking on your own tears, one might say) because you don’t want anyone to hear you but when you don’t immediately push him away he’s gonna be the absolute sweetest teddy bear you’ve ever met. Will hold you while you sob, will back off and come back with your comfort dish if you don’t want to be touched or perceived, etc

Pov exam stress is catching up on me and I miss my warm beefy man 😞

a/n: Aww god wait he'd be so sweet <3 Low key i've wanted to do a little drabble about something like this soooo

The house is too quiet when Logan comes home. Normally you're somewhere around the house. He can always hear you. Humming or talking to yourself, your footsteps, your heartbeat. He can always hear you.

He’s learned to tune things out so he doesn’t get overwhelmed but he starts to tune back in, searching for you somewhere within the small cabin. His mind goes to the worst. Are you hurt? Did someone take you? Did you leave? He moves like a tornado ripping through every room for any sign of you.

Suddenly he stops. The hair on the back of his neck stands up as he slowly walks towards the master bedroom closet. Quiet, almost undetectable sobs are coming from behind the door. Logan freezes. He hears the way your breathing stutters, the sniffling, the way you almost sound in pain from holding back your tears. Fear takes over any rational thought as he hesitates on what to do.

He's not the guy to offer comfort. He never knows what to say or how to make it better. He contemplates just letting you come to him when you're ready but he hears another sob and his heart cracks a little more.

Slowly he opens the closet door. You look shyly up at him, almost like you're a child who's been caught by their parents. But Logan doesn't scold you for crying, no he'd never do that. He kneels down so that he's level with you.

"Hey there darling." He says softly. He reaches for your hands, trying to get you to open up just a little.

"Hi." Your voice is quiet as you try and wipe away your tears.

"It's okay, you don't have to hide from me." Logan says, grabbing your wrists and sliding his hands up to interlock his fingers with yours.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Logan asks and you shake your head.

"That's okay. But will you let me hold you?" You nod and scoot over so Logan can try and fit.

Though he was quite big and the closet wasn't really cooperating with him. You have to get out for him to squeeze in, making you giggle when he bumps against the drawer that was sitting inside.

"Oh is that funny to you?" He raises an eyebrow as you crawl into his lap. "A little." You sniff, the tears had stopped as Logan wraps his arms around you.

"Yeah? Not my fault this closet is too damn small." He huffs making you laugh again.

"There's that smile." Logan hums, tilting your head so that he can see you clearly.

He presses a kiss to your lips and lets you snuggle back into his warm embrace. He just holds you. He may not be the picture perfect boyfriend, but he's everything that you could possibly need.

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Im just gonna write this down because i just love the thought of it and imagine just..Logan and the reader being obsessed with each other.

I've seen a lot of fics where they talk about Logans jealousy and posessiveness but what if the reader was also jealous and a little bit posessive?

Like her gripping his bicep a little too tight when they're in a bar and a girl is eyeing him a little bit too much, Her giving him her hair tie to wear as a bracelet?

And maybe Logans is intrigued and entertained by this, he thinks its cute.

Sorry if this is too long or if it makes you uncomfortable lol, you dont have to answer this if thats the case! Love u and your fics

Siren

Trilogy Logan X F! Reader

A woman tries to make a move on your man

A/N: Nonny, you're soooo right. Reader and Logan being equally obsessed with each other is the BEST. Also I love you too <3, lets elope.

Warnings: Semi-Plot, jealous reader, maybe a tad too jealous, reader has a ponytail...Logan being cute

"Refill?"

You smiled at him, shaking your head. "We're not supposed to be drinking baby."

"C'mon, this is the first time we've been out together in something resembling a date in weeks." He scoffs.

"Yeah because we have a job to do?" You shook your head amused. He sighed, grabbing your glass.

"Doesn't mean I'm not going to savor spending what time I get with you." He mutters. He stood up from the bench seat you both were sitting and looked at you once more, you tilted your head, a smile stretched across your lips as you admire his grumpy expression. He let out a flared sigh, before leaning down to give you a kiss. You happily reached up in your seat to kiss him back, your hand reaching to grab the collar of his jacket, almost possessively before his lips parted from yours. "Be right back."

He straightened up, turning to walk through the crowded bar -weaving between dancing groups of friends and couples making out until he reached counter with both your glasses in hand, setting the glasses down and knocking against the wood counter with his knuckles, before raising his hand, snapping his fingers to get the bartenders attention.

You braced your elbows onto the round table and rest your chin atop your clasped hands watching him with admiration. The surface was sticky from countless spills of food and alcohol alike, never cleaned. The bar was just another typical hole-in-the-wall bar, not your first choice in places to go with Logan- as if you had a choice at all.

Charles (reluctantly) sent you both on a mission to track down a mutant with supposed telepathic abilities. He's picked up on a powerful string of telepathic energy traveling through multiple states alongside a string of victims of robberies- all men who had a lot of money. According to the police reports the team was able to get a hold of, multiple men reported a beautiful woman as the likely suspect, as well as a strange feeling of being controlled. One refused to give any details, claiming he loved her even if she broke his heart.

Definitely a telepath.

He felt sending Jean or Emma, would create tension between very strong telepaths- seeing how Emma and Jean are with each other already. Ororo and Scott were sent to track a different lead.

Logan had a strong mind, able to break through even the most intense brainwashing. You, reasonable, empathetic, the good cop. Charles felt the two of you would make a good team in apprehending this mutant, and convincing them to come to the school. Logan had to remark that of course you're a good team- then made a dirty joke about it that Charles scolded him for it.

You'd been trailing the path of the mutant for weeks now. Logan was becoming more and more impatient with the intense focus on all work and no play- you took your job seriously, well, as seriously as you could when he was around.

Scott called this morning and informed of new info that came up- that said mutant could possibly pop up in this bar. Something about a dream or feeling or whatever Charles had- Logan tend to tune Scott's voice out so you didn't have the whole story. Logan called bullshit, but you convinced him otherwise.

Now you're here, trying to find this mutant and Logan had been kissing you all over as you both sat in a booth hidden in the corner. You did your best to ignore him, letting him have his fun while you searched for any signs of this mutant. You're sure that if you looked in a mirror or any reflection of yours, you'd observe hickeys all along your neck and shoulder.

and that, is why Charles was reluctant to send you both on this mission.

You phone vibrated, and you looked away from Logan for two seconds to check on it and when you looked up you were greeted with the sight of her.

Beautiful woman, stunning actually. Long blonde hair that fell over her shoulders in waves. She was across the room but you could see her piercing blue eyes- and her lustful smile as she began to chat up your man.

Oh fuck no.

You sat back in your seat, crossing your arms as you tried to settle the bubbling jealously inside you. You tried to reason with it, shove it down

She's innocent, she's innocent, she just doesn't know, Logan is incredibly handsome of course anyone is going to try-

Your face dropped when you saw her put her hand on his bicep- a gentle squeeze, and you're out of your seat.

You weren't subtle when you pushed yourself between them.

"Hey baby-" You greeted, tilting your head at him, a passive smile on your face. Logan quirked a brow, the corner of his lip twitching into a smile. "You get those refills yet?"

"Just waiting." He hums, then nodded, motioning to the person to your side. "This is Alexis."

You turn to the woman, flashing her a small smile. She smiles back.

"This your girlfriend?" Alexis asks, then looked past you at Logan. "She's so pretty."

I'm literally right here.

Your smile faltered, and grew bigger. "Thank you." You say, then turned back to Logan, flipping your ponytail as you turned your head. "Drinks?"

"Bartender is soooo busy-" Alexis answers for him, and Logan noticed the twitch of your eye. "I'm sure he'll be right back with your...coke and whiskey."

"Mm." You nodded, not looking at her again and hooking your arm around his. You looked at him, and he was looking at you with a small smirk on his face. You knew why he was smirking and you really wanted to wipe the arrogance off him.

You weren't ashamed to admit you were a little possessive of Logan. How could you not be? He was a fine ass man. You're adored him, every part of him- good and bad. You've been through a lot together, and while you were certainly secure with him- when someone else checks him out or makes a move on him it sets off some sort of bitch instinct to bear your teeth and claim your territory.

Who could blame you when it came to protecting what's yours?

and he is most definitely, yours. As if the hickeys that had been left by him on your neck hadn't made it more obvious. You even adjusted yourself, making them prominent so this lady would get the message. You mark him up the same, except for that healing factor to hide it.

Logan however didn't seem phased when you shot him a look. He unwrapped his arm around you, and pulled you close by your hip. His hand squeezed you reassuringly.

"So...Alexis...Where ya from?"

You were glad your face was turned away from her, because your expression contorted into absolute fury. Logan smiled up at you.

"Oh...I travel around." She smiles. "Came up from New Orleans, passed by a few towns. I guess I just like seeing things...Meeting people."

Your jaw clenched, and Logan's hand gave you a reassuring squeeze. He didn't take his eyes off you.

"You ever happened to visit Richmond, Virginia?"

Your ears perked at Logan's words.

"Why yes actually. Just came from there. Cute city- But I...Think I like it here better." She replies, something sensual in her voice and you just knew that she was giving Logan bedroom eyes over your shoulder.

Now though you couldn't care. Logan just told you what he was thinking- You're not sure what gave him the idea that Alexis is the mutant you've been tracking for weeks. Logan always had a good intuition, and you trusted him.

It was an ordeal- a little fighting, a little convincing- and some more fighting.

Logan revealed he knew it was her because he could feel her rummaging around his brain the same way Charles and Jean have- likely trying to do what she did to her other victims.

Alexis agreed to come to the school to speak with Charles. After a very heartfelt talk between you both, that involved you making clear that she doesn't try to make moves on Logan again- nicely, of course.

The car pulled up to the front of the school, before stopping with a small squeal of the breaks.

Doors open, and you, Logan, and Alexis stepped out, looking road weary, more you and Logan. Alexis however, shared excitement with you.

"This place looks great." She turns and smiles at you. "So you're headmaster...Is he rich?"

You raised a brow. "Sweetheart, don't even try." You shook your head. She suppressed a laugh and nodded,

"Right. Force of habit."

"What? You got hands lady." He scoffs walking around her. "Don't be expecting people to do shit for you 'round here or you're gonna be making more enemies here than you did on the road."

Logan was at the trunk, grabbing your bag and his. Alexis came around, and waited looking at him expectantly. Her bag sat in the trunk alone. He raised a brow,

You joined his side as you walked up the path to the front door, "That was a little rude Lo...." You smiled.

"She needs the wake up call. Besides, when she meets Jean and Emma it's going to be a whole lot worse."

"Maybe but we spent all that time finding her and getting her to come with us...Don't want to scare her off so quickly..."

"Says you." He says. "Practically threatened her if she so much as breathed in my direction-"

"Nu uh!" You laughed shoving him. "I didn't threaten her. It was an...understanding."

"Sure" He mocked, but the look in his eyes told you he loved it.

You walked through the mansion together, greeting the various students who were happy to see you- and dropping Alexis off at Xavier's office.

When you finally reached your shared bedroom, and the door shut behind it. You grabbed Logan, pulling him close as your lips crashed against his.

"Hey-!" He lets out in surprise, and then chuckles. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him. He let you work the kiss, your lips moving over his desperately, possessively- and you nipped his bottom lip, tugging at it before letting go. He opened his eyes, looking into yours with fondness.

You didn't even have to say what that kiss was for,

"I know." He says. "I'm all yours baby."

You smiled. "Going to have to make sure others know that now...." You pondered, before an idea struck you. You reached up into your hair, grabbing the scrunchie that held your ponytail together and let your hair fall down your shoulders. You grabbed his hand, sliding the scrunchie over until it sat firmly on his wrist. "There." You snapped it onto his skin- and he never looked more in love with you. "For now, till we found something better."

He glanced down- the scrunchie, a bright pink color. Didn't look bad at all. "Mm." He makes a sound of approval and then looks at you. His hand- the one adorning your claim on him - reached out to cup your cheek before tilting your head to look at your neck. "Looks like they're fading. Gotta put some new ones on ya. Can't be having anyone thinking you're not taken either darling."

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STAAAAAAPH MY HEART!

grumpy!joel miller. - hc.

part of this au! 1 | 2 | moodboard.

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♡ grumpy!Joel that tells you to shut the hell up while you’re humming on patrol, but keeps walking slower so you’ll stay close.

♡ grumpy!Joel that complains every time you pick wildflowers on the road, then tucks one behind your ear when you’re not looking.

♡ grumpy!Joel that huffs every time you call him “cowboy,” but positions himself between you and danger without a second thought.

♡ grumpy!Joel that pretends he doesn’t care when you get a scratch, but won’t sleep until he’s checked it twenty times and kissed your forehead after.

♡ grumpy!Joel that says “you’re gonna get us both killed” when you smile at strangers, but still lets you do all the talking.

♡ grumpy!Joel that rolls his eyes when you sneak into his sleeping bag at night, but pulls you tight against his chest like you’re the only safe thing left.

♡ grumpy!Joel that tells you to quit being annoying while handing you the last piece of jerky without blinking.

♡ grumpy!Joel that acts like your teasing means nothing, but almost shoots a guy just for looking at you too long.

♡ grumpy!Joel that keeps his gun in one hand and yours in the other, grumbling about “being careful,” but never letting go.

♡ grumpy!Joel that finally calls you “baby” during a firefight, like it slipped out in panic—but won’t stop saying it after.

♡ grumpy!Joel that mutters “you drive me insane” when you laugh after almost dying, but kisses your temple like you’re the only reason he’s still fighting.

♡ grumpy!Joel that hates how soft he is with you, especially when you patch him up and call him a “big baby.”

♡ grumpy!Joel that kisses you like it’s the last time, every time, because in this world—it might be.

♡ grumpy!Joel that pushes you against a crumbling wall, panting and bloodied, just to groan, “you’re mine,” before kissing you breathless.

♡ grumpy!Joel that makes love to you in abandoned houses like you’re the only thing that survived the end of the world.

♡ grumpy!Joel that swears under his breath when you giggle during sex, only to say “keep smilin’, baby. I live for it.”

♡ grumpy!Joel that holds your face like it’s something sacred and whispers “I love you” like it might destroy him.

♡ grumpy!Joel that fucks you slow after every close call, just to feel you alive and breathing under him.

♡ grumpy!Joel that lets the whole world burn as long as you’re safe in his arms.

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Thank you @tezooks for tagging me, plus is nice to get you know better! :)

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I Gotcha Darlin'

Pairing: Logan Howlett x F!Reader

Oneshot: Logan finding you sleeping after he got back from a mission

Wordcount: 1k

Warning/Tags: Angst, comfort, traumatized reader, established relationship.

A/N: I just had a shitty day and I need to dump this

You were asleep, safe and sound when he came in to your shared room by the X-Mansion.

Logan saw the soft rise and fall of your breathing under the covers and let out a breath of his own. Finally, something steady in this goddamn chaotic world.

He stood there for a second longer than he meant to, just watching. There were burnt marks on his jacket, a smear of dried blood across his shoulder, but here—inside this room—it didn’t matter. The world outside could keep its madness. You were here. Breathing. Whole.

He tried to be quiet—unlacing his boots, setting his jacket on the chair, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before heading for the shower. Another to your shoulder, just because. You didn’t stir.

Fifteen minutes. Hot water, scalding enough to sting even him. Just long enough to scrub away the blood, sweat, and dirt from the mission. A part of him never really came clean, but this helped. It always helped.

He stepped out with a towel slung low on his hips, steam trailing behind him as he pushed the bathroom door closed behind him—

SLAM.

It echoed sharp and sudden. The wood had caught against something on the tile, and when Logan gave it a firm tug, it snapped shut with a violent sound.

You jolted up like you’d been struck.

Logan turned, brows knitting. “Shit—sorry,” he muttered, voice low, guilty.

You were already awake. But not just awake—alert. Eyes wide, breathing shallow, heart pounding.

He walked toward the wardrobe, rubbing the back of his neck. “That old wood’s a pain in the ass,” he explained casually, pulling on a pair of boxers and a shirt. “Remind me to fix it in the morning.”

But you weren’t really listening. Not to his words, anyway. You watched him, curled under the blanket like it was armor.

"Are you okay?" you asked softly, voice shaky. Too shaky for a simple question.

Logan paused.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling the shirt over his head. “I’m fine, just the door—”

Then he heard it.

Your heartbeat.

Erratic. Spiking like fear. Like panic.

He turned his head slowly. There it was. Fear. And it wasn’t for him, it was because of him.

And god, that hurt.

You were sitting against the headboard now, arms wrapped around your knees, pulling them close under the blanket. Your eyes weren’t on him—they were somewhere else, distant. Somewhere far back.

“Oh,” you whispered, barely audible. “Okay.”

You shifted to lie down again, clearly trying to smooth it over. Pretend it didn’t happen. But Logan didn’t move. He just stood there, shirt half-on, staring at you like he was seeing something new.

Something fragile. Something broken in a place he hadn’t looked before.

“...You thought I was mad,” he said. Not a question. A realization.

You just lay back down, eyes heavy. Pulling the blanket up to your chin like it could hide the way your body still trembled underneath.

Logan stayed standing there for a while. Silent. Letting the seconds stretch. Giving you space.

You figured he’d leave it alone. Most men would.

But then the mattress dipped.

You felt the shift of his weight, the warmth of him as he slid in behind you under the covers. His arm came around your waist—slow, careful, like he was giving you every chance to move away.

You didn’t.

He tugged you closer, pressing his chest to your back, his breath warm near your neck. No questions. No pushing.

Just him.

“I will never hurt you,” he murmured, almost more to himself than to you. “Not ever.”

Your eyes burned again, but you blinked fast and said nothing.

He kissed your shoulder gently, right where he had a few minutes ago before the shower. Like he was taking the moment back and giving it new meaning. One of safety.

You finally whispered, “I know...”

His arms tightened just a little.

“I’m just... I was sleeping,” you said, like you were trying to convince yourself more than him. “And the noise taken me aback.”

“I get it,” he said, voice low, steady. “You don’t gotta explain it.”

But you did. Because if you didn’t now, you’d carry it like dead weight into every slammed door that followed.

“My dad used to slam the front door,” you said, barely louder than a breath. “One day, I misplaced his truck key and he slammed it so hard the window next to it cracked.”

Logan exhaled through his nose—sharp, controlled. His hand moved in slow circles over your side beneath the blanket.

“Sounds like he’s got problems,” he murmured.

You hesitated. “Yeah... I still can’t believe my mum put up with him all those years. Defended him even.”

A bitter laugh. “She said he was just tired. That I made it worse by not listening. I was nine.”

Logan didn’t speak. He just pulled you closer. Like maybe if he held on tight enough, he could keep the ghosts from reaching you tonight.

You could feel your muscles start to unwind—slowly, unsurely, like they didn’t quite believe it was safe yet.

Silence settled again. Comfortable, this time.

He didn’t fill it with words—he just held you tighter, like maybe he could squeeze the damage out of your bones if he stayed long enough.

After a while, your breathing evened out. You didn’t fall asleep right away, but you stopped looking over your shoulder. Stopped listening for the next sound to brace yourself against.

Logan pressed another kiss to the back of your neck, his voice barely audible in the quiet.

“I gotcha darlin'.”

Your hand found his beneath the blanket, fingers slipping between his and holding on. Like a promise.

Eventually, you drifted—not because you were tired, but because, for the first time you weren’t scared of what might happen in the silence after a slammed door.

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I woke up so tired of everything

So many chores

My dog's needs

Family issues

Bad relationship with food

The world being a shit show

I'm so tired

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in honour of it being eight years since Logan was released, this video of Hugh doing ADR for the film

‘hi 🙂’

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I never knew a love Could be scarier than anger A promise Father to a son (x)

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i think you're an absolute sweetheart <3

Awwww thank you! I wasn't expecting that!

I like to think I'm sweet, and I do try to be a good person, I'm getting there :)

Thank you for your assumption!

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Oh lord, do I really wanna do this?... here goes nothing...

Anonymously tell me your assumpmtions about me and I'll confirm or deny them.

!!!

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wip

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AAAAAAAH THIS IS PERFECTION!!

Thank you so much for writing my idea! I love it when Logan cones to the rescue hehehe

Hiiiii thank you for replying to my post!

My idea for a drabble is that Worst!Logan and Reader are neighboors and have a crush on each other. One day Reader's pet disappears (can be a cat or a dog, but I like dogs better) and they're heartbroken. So Logan goes out and uses his enhansed sense of smell to find the pet and return it, winning over Reader's heart.

What do you think?

"Puppy love"

Oh yes yes, I'll try work my magic for ya:)

Warnings:None just some fluff, friends to lovers kinda scenario

A/N:I tried to make this fit your description, I apologise profusely if this wasn't what you were looking for! I do admit this idea had me stumped for a bit but I hope it came out well. As always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

WC:1.1K

Your dog has been your shadow for 2 years since you rescued her. She would always follow you, try to jump on your lap any time you sat down and just want to be with you at any given time. Wade, your best friend who luckily lived at the door right opposite yours, didn't mind you bringing her along when you came over. In fact he loved stealing your dog for cuddles with her "Uncle" Wade as he called himself. You were left alone while Wade went on his big important mission, you didn't really know what that entailed as when he was explaining his voice was too high with excitement, you were convinced only your dog could understand. It was too calm without Wade, who's to say you weren't enjoying the peace but you did still miss your best friend.

Everything fell back in place when Wade returned with 2 new arrivals, Mary Puppins the most ugly yet adorable dog ever and Logan Howlett, a different universe's Wolverine. You and Logan had exchanged small conversations whenever you came to Wades for movie nights and such - still always having your fur baby with you. Logan mostly stayed in his room, wanting to be away from Wade and the commotion the two dogs caused having zoomies all around the apartment while you and Wade watched with awe and stifled back laughter at the hilarious sight of the two dogs. 

It took awhile for Logan to come out of his shell and emerge from his room, even if it was only when Wade was out of the room Logan was in. You quickly learnt that Logan is deep down a very charming guy when he isn't brooding somewhere. Logan has always had trouble showing affection to others, even just having friendly conversation but he tried his hardest to overcome that fear with you. "You really aren't a dog person huh?" you mused watching as he tried to push your dog away while she attempted to crawl onto his lap "I just don't get why they like me." He responded, trying to hide his frustration as your dog would not give up trying to crawl up on him. He knew exactly why your dog was obsessed with him, Logan has the ability to both understand animals and "communicate" with them - he just didn't like to use this skill much. Putting the man out of his misery you whistled for her to come back to your lap as she cheerily obliged to your command and curled up upon your lap. The couch was coated in fur, your clothes as well. Logan just huffed a laugh out sipping his beer next to you 

"Where is everyone?" you questioned looking around the messy apartment "Uhh Wade's at Vanessas and I have no clue where Al is" he replied sticking his hand out to give a pat to the snoring dog lounged out on your lap. His arm brushed against yours, it was surprisingly warm for a man with such a seemingly cold personality "sorry" he mumbled quickly retracting his hand and nervously taking a long drink. "Oh it's fine" you mumbled back in reply, secretly wishing he didn't pull back so fast, yet unbeknownst to you Logan only pulled back so fast because he felt you move under his touch and his mind terrified him with thoughts of you harshly rejecting him.

Something was off when you woke up the next day.. your bed felt empty? You rubbed your eyes not noticing the absence of your dog till your eyes properly adjusted. Panic rushed through your system as you threw the sheets off you, calling out her name as you looked around your apartment. Surely she had just gotten up looking for food right? Wrong. Your front door was somehow cracked open, your mind was rushing with all these horrible scenarios of her fate as you sprinted to Wade's door knocking like a maniac. 

"Christ, what time is it" Logan muttered under his breath as he opened the door, completely changing his demeanour when he saw you standing there looking dishevelled in your messy braid and pjs "You okay Bub?" he asked gently "Uh, Uhm is Wade here?" you breathed out panically just wanting your best friend to help you search "Uh no he's at Vanessas but what's wrong can I help with anything?" he replied, panic slowly starting to creep in voice "It's gonna sound stupid but my dogs not in my apartment and my front door was open and I don't know where she's gone" you rushed out, eyes scanning down the hall, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of where she could be. "Oh shit, wait right here. I'll find her." Logan told you not to even let you reply before patting your shoulder and rushing out the main doors in his grey sweatpants and black shirt, even in your panicked state you could still appreciate the view in front of you. Logan tapped into his enhanced sense of smell to try catch any lingering scent of you on her as he inhaled when he got outside. There it was - just a tiny trace of you lingered somewhere, now where was it? It led him to some back alley a couple minutes away from the apartment building, he smelt out your little dog hiding away behind some trash cans but when she caught sight of Logan she sprinted right to him. For once he was happy animals were attracted to him as he scooped her up into his arms and started the walk home. 

You on the other hand were pacing in front of Logan's door, not knowing what to expect when he returned. This dog has been your rock since the moment you rescued her from the shelter and you both just clicked with each other. The doors opened as you kept rethinking what you could've done to prevent this whole thing. It was Logan carrying your baby in his arms. Your body reacted faster than your mind and you charged to the pair "Oh my god, thank you so so so much Logan! I don't know what I'd do without you" you gushed out wrapping your arms around him and your dog "It's okay doll anything for you" he replied back leaning into your touch "God I love you so much for this" you blurt out, not caring what you said anymore. Logan's system went into overload after processing what you had just said to him, he did really enjoy being around you, maybe love was the word to describe his feelings. To be more accurate it felt like puppy love to him.

A/N:I hope this somewhat resembled the ideas you had in mind, thank you for this request and I hope you enjoyed this:)

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Wolverine who’s scared of needles 🫣

☆ Logan Howlett x Reader 🐺 ⋆｡°✩

Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: Needles

Word Count: 674

Summary: Somehow Logan gets sick, so the reader takes him to get checked out by Beast

An: I wasn't sure if you meant reader who was afraid of needles or Logan so I just went with Logan because it seemed cuter

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Logan didn’t get sick. His healing factor made sure of that.

At least, that’s what you thought.

So when you found him slumped over on the couch, looking pale and miserable, you knew something was really wrong.

“Logan?” You crouched beside him, pressing a hand to his forehead. His skin was hot—way too hot. “Shit. You’re burning up, are you sick?”

Logan grumbled, cracking an eye open. It was bloodshot, rimmed with exhaustion. “’M fine.”

You gave him a deadpan look. “You’re sweating through your flannel.”

“I run hot.”

“Logan.”

He groaned, turning his face into the couch like a stubborn child refusing to get out of bed. “It’s just a cold.”

“You don’t get colds.”

Silence.

That was the confirmation you needed. Logan was one of the toughest people you knew—grumpy, sure, but resilient. The fact that he wasn’t up and moving, that he wasn’t even trying to shake it off, meant something was seriously off.

With a sigh, you grabbed his wrist and hauled him up, ignoring his grunt of protest. “C’mon, we’re going to see Hank.”

Logan let out another groan, but he didn’t fight you—probably because he didn’t have the energy to fight you. And that? That was a bad sign.

Dragging Logan into the lab was a task in itself. He leaned heavily against you, cursing under his breath every time his legs wobbled. It was almost funny, seeing the big bad Wolverine reduced to this. Almost.

Hank took one look at him and sighed. “Ah. The mighty Wolverine has finally met his match.”

Logan scowled. “Shut up, McCoy.”

Hank smiled but didn’t push further. He helped you ease Logan onto the exam table before beginning his work, checking vitals, running a few quick tests. Logan barely had the energy to glare through the process.

After a few minutes, Hank nodded to himself. “Looks like your healing factor is working against you. Your body’s trying to fight off a virus it doesn’t recognize, but it’s overcompensating. It’s throwing everything it’s got at the infection, which is why you feel bad.”

You crossed your arms. “So what’s the fix?”

Hank turned, grabbing a syringe from the counter. “A simple antiviral shot should do the trick.”

The second Logan saw the needle, he bolted.

Well. He tried to.

He got maybe two steps before his knees buckled, and you caught him before he could faceplant onto the lab floor.

“Logan.” You steadied him, gripping his arms. “Are you seriously afraid of needles?”

He scoffed, but his voice came out weaker than usual. “No.”

Hank raised a brow. “Then why are you trying to escape my medical care?”

Logan gritted his teeth. “I just don’t like them.”

You snorted. “You literally have metal claws shooting out of your knuckles on a daily basis, but a little shot freaks you out?”

Logan shot you a withering glare. “That’s different.”

You sighed, rubbing soothing circles on his arm without really thinking about it. “Logan. It’s gonna be fine. I promise.”

He muttered something under his breath but let you guide him back to the chair. His jaw was tight, shoulders bunched with tension.

So, you took his hand.

Logan blinked at you, caught off guard. His hand was warm—almost feverish—but it still fit solidly in yours.

You just smiled. “Squeeze if you need to.”

His ears turned a little pink, but he didn’t pull away.

Hank, to his credit, didn’t tease. He just prepped the shot quickly and efficiently. The needle went in—swift, painless.

Logan didn’t even flinch.

You smirked. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

Logan grumbled something unintelligible.

Hank chuckled as he disposed of the syringe. “You’ll be back to your usual, brooding self in no time.”

As you helped Logan up, you patted his arm. “I think you deserve a reward for being so brave.”

He shot you a look. “I wasn’t scared.”

You just grinned. “Uh-huh. C’mon, big guy. Let’s get you some soup.”

Logan grumbled the whole way to the kitchen.

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

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I didn't wanna put this in the comments of the one that got away but THANK you for writing it!! My bf of 4 years broke up with me very suddenly a few months ago and Logan has been my coping mechanism <333

- (on anon but Im sure you can put two and two together lmao)

Your bf broke up with you?! Babe, we ride at dawn!

Jokes aside, Im sorry you’re hurting, and Im glad to hear my fic brough you some comfort 💕

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Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ Version 2 ~ Dad

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,840ish

Summary: Laura brings a guest over for dinner.

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy this! Please send in reactions!

Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks!

“Baby?” Logan called as he entered your shared apartment, glad to be home after a long day of work. “Y/N?”

“In the bedroom!” You shouted.

Logan smirked as he made his way. He pushed the door open to see you folding laundry with your phone balanced between your cheek and ear. 

“Are you sure, kiddo? This is a big step,” you said to whoever you were talking to on the phone. 

Logan came over and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss under your ear. “Who’s on the phone?” He whispered.

“Laura,” you whispered. “Oh, no, sorry. Lo just got home from work.” You paused to listen to Laura for a moment and laughed before glancing at Logan. “She says hello.”

Keeping one arm around you, Logan pulled the phone away from you and placed it against his own ear. “Hey, kid,” he greeted. “When are you coming over for a visit? Your mom has been missing you.”

“Actually, I was just talking to her about that,” Laura replied. “I’m coming over for dinner tomorrow and I’m bringing a friend.”

“A friend, huh? Does this friend have a name?”

“You’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Does your mom know who this is?”

“Yes, Logan.”

“And I’m not saying anything,” you comment, continuing to fold the laundry.

Logan huffed. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You two be that way.”

“See you tomorrow, Logan,” Laura said before hanging up.

Logan tossed the phone onto the bed before going back to holding you against him. “What are you both planning?”

“I promise it’s nothing bad,” you told him. “She just is bring a friend over.”

He scoffed. “A friend? Bet they’re sleeping together.”

“That’s none of our business.”

“I don’t like not knowing…” It was the truth, but especially when it came to you and Laura. Despite not being Laura’s father, he sure tried to be there for her like he was. He was careful not to step over any boundaries, but he wanted her to know he was there too. “I care for her too, ya know?”

You turned around and wrapped your arms around Logan’s neck. “I know you care. It’s one of the things I love about you.” You gave his lips a light peck, Logan chasing after your lips as you pulled away. “I need you home by four tomorrow to help with getting ready. Dinner’s at five.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He swiftly captured your lips with his. He pressed you close against him as he deepened the kiss.

When the two of you finally broke the kiss, you looked at him with a loving smile. One that Logan was sure could make him do anything you wanted. 

“How was your day, my love?” He wondered, always wanting to know that you were okay.

“It was a good day,” you replied. “I had lunch with Wade and Althea before Wade and I went to the store.”

“I’m sure he was helpful.”

“As helpful as a toddler.” The two of you laughed. “How was your day, babe?”

“Long,” Logan sighed, leaning into you more. “Glad to be home.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, getting an idea. You slowly moved your hands to Logan’s belt, undoing it. 

Logan smirked. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Rewarding you for your long day.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“What? You complaining?”

Logan pulled you closer, claiming your lips with a searing kiss. “Not at all, baby. Show me what you got.”

~~~

Logan came home from work the next day at lunch. The two of you teased each other as you worked together to clean the apartment and work on dinner. It was almost five and you were mixing a salad while Logan finished up setting the table. He looked over at you and smirked before coming up behind you. He slid his arms around you to hold you and buried his face in your neck.

You giggled. “Needy much?” 

“Can’t help myself, baby,” he mumbled against your skin. “You’re just so—“

Then, there was a knock at the door.

“Oh! She’s here!” You exclaimed. You turned your head and kissed his cheek. “Finish this, please Lo.” 

Then you hurried off to the door. Logan chuckled with a shake of his head as he finished putting together the salad. You threw open the door as fast as you could to see Laura. She stood on the other side, holding the hand of another young woman. 

“Mom,” Laura smiled as you, dropping the girl’s hand to hug you.

“Kiddo,” you greeted, eagerly hugging her back. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too, Mom.” Laura pulled away and took the girl’s hand again. 

“Come in you, two. Come in.” They stepped passed you, allowing you to shut the door. You turned around and examined the two. “Care to make introductions?”

“Oh, yeah, my bad. Mom, this is Cassie. Cassie, this is my mom.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, ma’am,” Cassie nervously greeted.

“Oh, please no formalities,” you waved her off. “Call me, Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you, Cassie.”

“You too.”

Logan came out of the kitchen to see Laura with her back turned to him, holding a girl’s hand. His teeth ground together, not because she was with another girl, but because Laura might be in a relationship and he didn’t know if you or him were ready for that yet. You caught his eye over Laura’s shoulder and shot him a smile. He came over and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“Now who do we have here?” Logan asked, studying the girl next to Laura.

“Cassie, this is Logan,” Laura introduced, “my dad.”

Logan’s breath immediately caught in his throat. Your eyes widened at the words that left Laura’s mouth.

“It’s nice to meet you, Logan,” Cassie said. “I’m a huge fan.”

“Uh,” Logan cleared his throat, his mind short circuiting, “yeah. I… I…”

“Why don’t you two go clean up and I’ll handle this?” You suggested. “We’ll just be a moment.” You pushed Logan towards the hallway. He stumbled down it.

“Sorry,” Laura whispered. “I didn’t think that would break him. I thought it would be the fact that I had a girlfriend.”

“A little warning next time you decide to drop two bombs, kiddo. You guys get eating. We’ll be back.”

You chased after Logan, who had found his way to your shared room and was sitting on the edge of the bed. You shut the door before walking over and dropping to your knees in front of him.

“She… she called me her dad…” Logan whispered, eyes focused on his hands. 

“She did,” you nodded.

“I’m not her father.”

“She knows that.”

“But I… But I would like to be… I consider her my kid in every sense. And I know I can’t replace her dad—your James—and I would never try… But I would be the best dad for her that I could be.”

Your hands fell to his knees. “You already are, Lo. You’re just what she needs.” You leaned up and kissed his forehead and then his nose. “We have to go out there. Our daughter is waiting for us with her girlfriend.”

“Our daughter,” Logan mumbled, seeing how it would roll of his tongue. “Our daughter has a girlfriend.”

You nodded. “She does. And they are both waiting at the table for us.”

“Well. Can’t let them wait any longer. Need to make sure that both of them understand that I will protect Laura at all costs.” You bit your lip, giving him a little smirk. “What?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “That was just… hot.”

“Yeah?” He teased, hands coming to your sides to pull you into him. 

“Yeah. I like when you get all protective.”

He pressed his lips to yours, savoring the moment between the two of you. 

“Mom!” Laura called. “Do you need any help?”

You pulled away from Logan. “No, sweetie!” You replied. “We’re coming!” You grabbed Logan’s hand and tugged. “Let’s go, big guy.”

~~~

Dinner went by with the four of you talking and laughing with ease. It was nice to get to know Cassie and to see the two of them together. After the food was gone, Logan leaned forward, hands clasped together. He was sitting across from Cassie and looked her in the eyes.

“Cassie, you seem like a nice girl, but I need to be very clear about something,” Logan started. “Laura is… well, she’s my daughter and I will protect her with everything I have. No matter who she chooses to date, I will be protective of her. She has been through enough heartbreak in her life. I need to know if it’s going to be the same here.”

“I’m not planning on breaking her heart, sir,” Cassie responded, not showing any signs of nervousness.

“Good. Now, you.” Logan looked over at Laura. “You need to make sure that you treat Cassie how you would want to be treated. Got it?”

“Yes, dad,” Laura whispered, in awe of the stance Logan was taking.

“Good. Now give me your plates and go sit on the couch. We can all—“

The door opened with a loud bang. “Little Wolf is over for dinner and none of you bothered to say anything!” Wade shouted. He looked at Laura and then to Cassie, doing that a few times. “Wait a second… Oh my gosh! Little Wolfie has a girlfriend!” He excitedly clapped as he skipped over. “Hi, I’m Uncle Deadpool.”

“Wade,” Logan said in a tone of warning.

“Wade,” you called over them all. “Why don’t I warm you up some food and you let the others move to the living room?”

“Right there with you, Buttercup!” He replied.

~~~

The five of you played a few games before Laura and Cassie decided it was time for them to go. 

“It was so nice to meet you,” you told Cassie, giving her a hug.

“You too,” she replied.

Then you moved over to Laura, hugging her tightly. “You know that I won’t hesitate to torch her if she hurts you, right?”

Laura laughed lightly. “Yes, mom,” she said. 

“I love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too, mom.” Laura pulled away and looked over at Logan. She stepped up to him and hugged him. Logan eagerly hugged back. “I love you, dad.”

Logan took a deep breath. Laura’s words filling a hole in his soul that he didn’t know needed to be filled. “I love you, too, kiddo.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “I’m here for you… whatever you need.”

“I know… thank you.”

The two were about to break the hug when Wade threw his arms around the two. “I just love our group hugs,” he said.

Logan and Laura shared a look and before Wade knew it, one of Laura’s feet blades were in his shin and Logan had three claws in Wade’s torso. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Does this happen often?” Cassie asked you quietly.

“You’ll get used to it,” you replied. 

“Love you guys too,” Wade grunted in pain.