What if Hugh Jackman showed up as himself in Deadpool 2 and then Wade kills him and thinks “oh it’s Logan, he can heal” but then he realizes it was actually just Hugh Jackman and he’s like “oh…shit….my bad..”
Imagine Logan not-so-discreetly touching your butt every chance he gets when you’re wearing a dress he likes on you.
**Based off of Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett**
You stifled a yelp as Logan’s hand once more came into contact with your rear, shooting him a shocked look, “Logan, stop!” you whispered, your cheeks flushing crimson.
He just chuckled, hooking his arm your waist and pulling you against his side, “I can’t help being an anima, baby. And I thought that red dress was enough to bring me to my knees, but that black one makes it hard to breathe.” he teased. “Besides, last night was hands down one of the best nights of my life.”
Your blush deepened and you ducked your head. “Keep your voice down. We’re in public.”
Logan grinned and hooked a finger under your chin. He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to your lips, surprisingly gentle. “I don’t care. I know that I can’t ever tell you enough that all I need in this life is your crazy love. If all I could ever do was hold your hand in mine, I could die a happy man.”
The character I play is actually only 1.6 meters [5’ 3"]. Before I had any kind of acting profile I was encouraged to lie about my height. I was told to say I was about six foot [1.83 meters] tall. I was worried about it when I first had my audition because pleasing fans of the franchise is important. My height was brought up on the Internet. They didn’t think it was right. A lot of people who never met me think I’m very short. James Marsden (Cyclops), who’s only 10 centimeters [4 inches] shorter than me, was put on boxes and platforms in our scenes together. You’ll notice that every character in X-Men (2000) looks taller than me.
A/N: So I was listening to some of my old favorite songs form my childhood, and one in particular inspired me to write another Logan fic because I love him so much. Anyways, this was inspired by Blake Shelton's “Austin”, and I hope you like it~
Summary: After the reader and Logan get in their first big fight, the reader goes back to her home town. After stopping all contact with Logan for months, the reader decides she needs Logan in her life and finally calls him.
Also, written with female pronouns but please don’t take offense! That’s just the way I naturally write, but I am open to writing with any desired pronouns, so just lemme know!
Rainy days reminded you of Logan. They reminded you of the way he used to wrap you up in his leather jacket, and how he would lift you over puddles. They reminded you of the way he would tuck your wet hair behind your ears, and the way his warm hands felt against your cold ones. Rainy days reminded you of Logan sitting next to you by the window, drinking coffee and listening to the rain as it hit the streets. Rainy days were peaceful days you got to spend with someone you loved, at least they used to be.
Now, as you sat on a lone bench at the park down the street from your house, all rainy days reminded you of was how much you missed him. The loud booming sound of thunder erupted all around you, telling you it was time to go home. You reluctantly stood from the bench, the smell of rain filling your nostrils as you began to walk from the park, glancing towards your house, but walking in the other direction instead.
The rain droplets hitting your face were reminders, reminders of how bad you had messed up. You left without a word, not saying where you were going, or if you had intentions of ever coming back, and it took you months to figure out how badly you missed your home. How badly you missed Logan.
You walked down the street quickly, passing familiar homes and shops along the way. Everyone inside probably thought you were insane trudging through the rain, soaking wet. You didn’t care. The straight singular street quickly led you to the old, beaten up phone booth that still barely stood. You quickly stepped inside, slamming the door shut and reaching for the phone. You now realized how bad your hands were shaking, you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, or your bundled up emotions.
For some reason using a phone other than your own gave you closure, maybe it was because the thought was less intimidating. Regardless, you put in the needed amount of money and slowly dialed Logan’s number, you still had it memorized. As the phone rang, your could hear your heartbeat. You didn’t know what you would say if he picked up. All you knew was that you were doing the right thing. After a couple more rings Logan’s voice erupted from the other end of the phone, but it wasn’t what you were expecting.
“When do I say it?” his voice sounded, quickly followed by one none other than your own.
“Now,” your voice came out in a laugh.
“Oh uh, this is Logan I’m busy right now, leave a message,” his voice vibrated through your ear.
“Good job,” you said, but the words weren’t coming out of your mouth.
A beep sounded from the other end of the phone and without really thinking, you mumbled some words.
“Call me back when you can,” you said, leaving your phone number afterwards before slamming the phone onto where it belonged.
You sank to the ground slowly, not caring about the cobwebs sitting all around you. You had forgotten about setting up Logan’s voicemail, and now the thought of how happy you were was devastating. Before you knew it, your cheeks were wet, and not only because of the rain. You practically sprinted back to your house, wishing the rain was enough to wash away all of your emotions. You thought that coming back to your home town was a good idea, but now all of your memories were just haunting you.
As you reached your small rented house you fumbled your key into the lock before charging inside and slamming the door behind you. You were happy you at least rented a house instead of staying with your parents, but now you wanted nothing more than too leave. You shed off your soaking wet jacket, along with your shoes and flopped onto your couch, burying your face in a pillow. You wanted Logan to wrap you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay, but that couldn’t happen anymore.
You didn’t know how long you laid there, could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours, but what you do know is that the only thing that moved you from that position was the ringing of your phone. Your stomach dropped and you stood up, walking over to your phone quickly. You couldn’t think of anyone that could be calling you, except for Logan. Before letting yourself not go through with it, you answered your phone.
“Hello,” your voice said tentatively.
“(Y/N)?” a voice you missed so much came from the other end.
You ran your free, shaky hand through your hair.
“Logan I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have left, I messed up, I messed up big time,” you began your ramble. “I miss you. I never stopped loving you Logan, never. I was just blind and it took me until now to realize it.”
“(Y/N)?” Logan questioned again, interrupting your rant.
“Calm down before you say anything else. I haven’t heard your voice in forever, and hearing it like this isn’t what I expected,” Logan said, his voice giving you reassurance.
You did as he said, letting out a deep breath before returning your attention to your phone.
“I’m sorry,” You said simply.
“(Y/N) you left without giving me a way to find you, and as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since I realized you were gone. I miss you (Y/N),” Logan said, his voice full of raw emotion.
“I thought that what I was doing was for the better… I just want to come home,” you mumbled into the phone.
“The house isn’t like it was before you left you know.”
“I’m not talking about the house Logan. You’re my home,” You said.
You could hear Logan gulp on the other line, he didn’t say anything for a moment. It was as though he was trying to contain his emotions threatening to rush out all at once.
“When’s the next flight you can catch?” he finally managed.
The last couple hours of your life had been the most hectic thing you had ever lived through. In mere hours you packed everything you needed, contacted your land lord, and bought a plane ticket. You still had some stuff to figure out, but you would deal with it later, right now you only had one thing on your mind.
You sat in your seat anxiously, the plane ride didn’t give you anxiety, landing did. Months of emotion bubbled in your gut, ready to explode, but excitement kept them at bay. It was probably minutes, but it only felt like seconds until your plane was on the ground and you were grabbing your bags. Two suitcases, that was all you needed. You hurried as quickly as you could outside of the airport. Logan said he would pick you up when your plane landed.
Sure enough, as you exited the airport you saw an old pick-up truck that you knew all too well, only it was missing a driver. You quickly scanned the crowd of people in front of your face before spotting him. As soon as you laid your eyes on Logan everyone else in the crowd disappeared. His familiar flannel with the rolled up sleeves made your heart clench, and you dropped your bags at your sides. It took a moment, but Logan finally laid his eyes on you. His eyes widening, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smile as you pushed through people towards him. Logan had the same idea, moving through the crowd as swiftly as he could manage, it was as though the two of you were in a trance.
Once there was no one in between you two and the space was growing smaller, Logan opened his arms and you barreled into them.
“Hey Sweetheart,” Logan said as he wrapped his strong arms around your bodice.
You balled your fists in his shirt and buried your face into his chest, letting the tears swelling in your eyes fall onto his shirt. Logan’s grip tightened on you as he noticed the shaking in your body. He missed you like hell. Logan placed a kiss on your forehead, and slowly you pulled away from him.
“We should probably grab your bags,” Logan said, smiling down at you.
You nodded, thankful for the silent conversation that passed between the two of you. I messed up, but we’ll talk about that later. Logan slid his hand into yours, and the two of you walked towards your things. There was a million things you could’ve said, but you felt that silence was more appropriate. As you reached your things, that you had rudely abandoned, Logan grabbed one bag and you grabbed the other, still holding onto each other.
Logan helped you put your things into the bed of the pick-up, and you noticed the clouds beginning to form in the sky. With a shrug you filed into the truck next to Logan, sitting in the middle so that you could lay your head on his shoulder as he drove.
“You alright?” Logan asked you as he pulled out of the airport parking lot.
“I’m better than I have been for months,” you said, clasping your hands in your lap.
Logan laughed beside you, and you raised your eyebrow, sitting up to give him a weird look.
“What?” you asked.
Logan looked into your eyes before returning his gaze to the road, “Nothing, I just forgot how damn cute you are.”
You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder again. Your drive was fairly long, but time felt like it flew by as you talked to Logan. The two of you quickly pulled into your small home’s driveway. Logan stepping out of the truck and opening your door for you, offering his hand to help you down, which you took gratefully. As the two of you grabbed your bags out of the bed, you felt a rain droplet hit your nose, followed by three more hitting your shoulders.
Logan handed you one of your bags, taking the other, and quickly leading you to the front door. Logan unlocked it quickly, opening the door for you and following you in afterwards. When Logan said the house wasn’t like it was before you left he wasn’t lying. Almost everything was rearranged and certain pieces of furniture were missing. You turned your attention from the room to Logan.
“I uh, didn’t have anyone to impress since you were gone,” Logan gestured to the room, “It’s easier to clean this way.”
You laughed, “I don’t mind.”
The smell of your home put you at ease, and with Logan you walked towards your bedroom, which was in the exact same condition it was before you left, only Logan’s side of the bed was ruffled.
“I couldn’t bring myself to change anything in here,” Logan muttered behind you, placing your suitcase on the bed.
You didn’t say anything, you just laid your suitcase down and walked over to Logan, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I missed you,” you said.
Logan grinned at you, putting his hands on your waist and lowering his head to place a kiss on your lips.
“You took the words right out of my mouth Princess,” he said, pulling apart from you, but grabbing your hand.
The rain outside had become more audible, and as Logan led you to the large window beside your bed, the sound sent chills down your spine. The two of you sat next to the window just like you used to. Logan pulled you to his chest, and you leaned into him comfortably. Once again, the two of you listened to the rain hit the streets.
Logan ran his fingers through your hair, “Welcome home.”
Logan is every bit as good as they said and even better... *spoilers*
Man, Logan destroyed me. I feel so sad and empty, like I’ve lost a huge piece of my geeky childhood. Wolverine has always been one of my favorite fictional characters, my ultimate toughguy-badass-with-a-soft-center of all superheroes. Hugh Jackman *is* Wolverine, the perfect Wolverine, if they try to replace him it just won’t be the same.
I’m not even kidding when I say Hugh deserves an Oscar for this performance. It’s that perfect. It’s phenomenal. I can’t stop thinking about Logan days after the fact, his portrayal and ultimate redemption and tear-jerking death have just overwhelmed me… I’m so sad, it feels like someone I know and loved has just left me forever. What a way to go out, you deserve all the praise Mr. Jackman. Thank you for making one of my favorite superheroes into the real deal and doing it so beautifully for 17 years. You will be missed, sir.