logan falls

anonymous asked:

will you do a Logan blurb based off of "I won't say I'm in love" Where Logan has actual feelings for the reader but doesn't want to admit it? If that works for your guidelines.. if not, I'm sorry and you totally don't have to do it if you don't want to!

Not gonna lie, this kind of hurts….

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No. Nope. Absolutely not. 

Logan was not falling in love with you. Logan didn’t do love. He did flings. One night stands. A month and then zero contact ever again. 

But certainly not love. 

Yet, as he lay beside you watching you sleep, after what was nearly your third month together, he couldn’t help but feel like maybe something was different this time. 

Maybe Logan, king of not having feelings, was feeling something. Something more than lust. Something more than desire. Something warm and cozy. Something safe. Something he apparently craved more than anything. 

But certainly not love. 

Logan was not in love with you. If he told himself enough times perhaps it would make it so. His emotions would disappear forever, taking you with them. He could go back to being the cold-hearted beast, the part he was so good at playing. Because when you were around, the beast with a heart of ice melted. He became soft, kind, almost pure. 

He was uncomfortable with how different you made him. He was so used to being the devil, that transforming into an angel made him feel vulnerable. His guard fell down when you were around. He laughed more than he’d ever laughed. He told you secrets that he swore would never see the light of day. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you dozed in his arms night after night. 

Something so sweet, so innocent could never be his. Not for long anyway.

Because he was certainly not in love with you. 

Originally posted by twelfth-monkey

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.