Request: Can you write a Logan fic where he is his usual gruff, grumpy self with a hard exterior but around y/n he is super nice and always pays attention to her and is a huge teddy bear with her. I just love Logan wow. Thank you!!! :)
“I said no,” Logan growled, his voice reaching your ears.
That’s odd, you thought, Logan wasn’t one to lose his temper often. You got up
from your place on your bed, moving towards the voices. Scott seemed adamant
about something that Logan was definitely not approving of. You stopped just
short of them, watching Logan with a small smile. He really was gorgeous. His
beautiful brown eyes met yours, the previous tension dissipating at the sight
of you. He all but forgot his argument with Scott, sidling up to your side with
a smile. “(Y/N),” he greeted happily. You returned his smile in kind.
“Logan,” you replied. Scott seemed a little put out, leaving
the two of you alone so he could go work out his own issue. “What was that
about?” You questioned.
“Nothing,” he answered, shaking it off. “Anything
interesting happen while I was away?” You chuckled softly, following Logan’s
“You were only gone for two days.”
“I know.” He turned to you with a smile. “But a lot can
happen in that time.” Still smiling, you wrapped your arms around him. You
really did miss him while he was gone. Two days or not, you always missed him
when he left. He eagerly returned your affections, pulling you closer into his
chest. “I take it you missed me.” He teased.
“Oh ha-ha,” you grumbled into his chest, pulling back after
a moment. “You wouldn’t last a week without me.”
“That’s what you think,” he winked.
“That’s what I know.” You smirked at him, loving being
around him. You should really tell him how you felt. But what if everything
changed because of it? What if he didn’t feel the same way and things became
awkward between you two?
“Everything okay?” His eyes were shining with concern.
“Everything’s fine.” You pulled him into your spacious room,
shutting the mahogany door behind the two of you. “How about a movie?”
“Sounds great,” he smiled. You plucked up your laptop, lying
back on your fluffy pillows as Logan joined you. He wasted no time in getting
comfortable, wrapping an arm around your shoulder so you could lean on him. You
did so, turning on (Your favorite movie). It was a pleasant time, Logan
adjusting himself occasionally so you could get even closer to him. By the end
of the movie, you were practically in his lap, your warm bodies completely
relaxed into one another. You were tired, your head sinking further into his
chest. You felt the vibrations of his laugh on your back, causing you to laugh
“Tired?” You nodded. “You can sleep.” He whispered, placing
a sweet kiss to your forehead. Your eyes slowly drooped, your last thoughts of
Logan as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
The scent was different, you mused. It was fresh and smelt
of leather and spices. You breathed it in, further burrowing your head into the
wonderful aroma. But it was more than that, it was comfortable and warm. You
were so content, lying there. At least until you felt a hand rest softly
against your back, a sigh sounding next to you. Your eyes flew open, your mind
halting all mental processes. Looking up slowly, you met the groggy eyes of
Logan. Heat instantly crept up your neck, spreading a brilliant blush all over
your cheeks. He smiled down at you, his muscles stretching beneath you.
“Good morning,” he greeted, pulling you ever closer to him.
“Whoa,” tumbled out of your mouth. Graceful, you chided yourself.
But you couldn’t help it. Never had anyone looked so utterly delicious as he
did in that moment. His lips were parted, his eyes were slightly dazed, and his
hair was mussed. You wanted to taste him. Dear God, you wanted to taste every
inch of him.
“Something the matter?” He asked, a slight frown tugging at
his lips. And oh how you wanted to kiss his frown away.
“Nothing,” you reassured, pushing yourself up so you could
get a better look at him. The golden rays of sunlight creeping through the blinds
illuminated his figure to make him look like an angel. Your hand twitched, the
sudden itch of wanting to run your hands down his body so, so hard to ignore.
You really, really should tell him how you feel. But no, not yet. “I’m going to
take a shower but I’ll see you downstairs.” He nodded, sending you one last
smile as you entered the bathroom. Your body was on autopilot, going through
the motions of turning everything on by itself. A million scenarios of what
could happen if you told Logan the truth ran through your mind as you turned on
the faucet. Each one was washed away with the cool water drenching your body.
You had to force yourself out of the shower and down the stairs, your entire
body just wishing to drop down into the Logan-scented sheets. He greeted you
with a beam when you arrived in the kitchen, the anger present in his current
conversation fading away. Strange, that same thing happened yesterday. You
added a mental note to ask him about it later. He dropped a plate filled with
breakfast in front of you, the smell of food brightening your mood. You looked
over to the Professor, greeting him with a nod.
“Good morning, (Y/N),” he received, “I expect you slept
well.” For the second time that day, a warm blush covered your face. The little
shit knew. He had a perceptive smile on his face and a pointed look in Logan’s
“I did, actually.” You said eloquently, looking down at your
food instead of the two other occupants. Charles bid you both a good day before
leaving the two of you alone. Once he was gone, you looked back up at Logan. He
seemed peaceful, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You squirmed under his scrutiny,
wishing he’d look away. “What is it?” You finally asked him, your eyes
“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile playing on his
“Logan…” you pressed, wanting to know why he was looking at
you that way. If the feeling in your stomach had anything to say about it, you
really shouldn’t mind. He took a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving
you. As soon as he was within reach, he lifted you off your feet and held you
close to his warm body. You giggled, holding onto his shoulders and pressing
your head against his. After a moment of squeezing you, he placed you back on
“They want you to go to Rome to locate a mutant.” Logan
stated, answering your unasked question. Wait, what? You’d gone on missions to retrieve
“And…?” You inquired.
“You’re going alone.” He responded, his jaw clenching at the
statement. Oh. You’d never gone on a mission alone before.
“It’s alright,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing I can’t
handle.” He sighed, pulling you back into his heated embrace.
“You could get hurt.” His voice sounded pain, his body
tensing beneath your arms.
“Everyone here is constantly going on missions; alone or
together,” you argued.
“But with you it’s different.” Logan stated. You furrowed
your brows, escaping his hold so you could get a better look at him. His eyes
were shining with worry, his lips pressed together tightly.
“Why?” You breathed. He didn’t verbally respond, pressing
his lips so softly against your own, you could almost fool yourself into
thinking it was a dream. Just as quickly as he placed them there, he pulled
away. Your body missed the warmth of his already.
“I’m so-,” you cut him off, surging towards him. Your lips
met his in a frenzy, your hands grasping at his hair to give you a better
angle. He returned it just as eagerly, his mouth moving against yours so
perfectly. You could practically see the fireworks, your body moving ever
closer to his muscled form. Pulling away, you smiled at him. Maybe now you could
tell him how you felt.
⤷ “Hello, there’s protein in the peanut butter”, Nicky said. “Let go of me before I tell Andrew you’re outlawing chocolate. I said let go. You’re not the boss of me. Ouch! Did you seriously just hit me?”
“I’m walking away and pretending I don’t know you”, Aaron said. “Traitor”, Nicky called after him.
“Kevin, just let him go”, Neil said. “It’s not worht fighting over.” “When out defense is sluggish we all suffer”, Kevin said.
“You aren’t serious”, Nicky said. “We’ve got how many hours until serve? This will all be out of my system by then. You can watch me take a shit if you don’t believe me. I didn’t think you were into that kind of thing but - ha”, he crowed when Kevin stomped off. He flashed Neil a triumphant grin, oblivious to the way the store clerks were staring at them.