Logan would notice how you are talking to someone besides him. How soft and respectful tone you are to Charles, but strained annoyed tone toward Erik. Lively toward the other on the xmen team. Cheeky and sometimes stern to the younger ones.
But with Logan himself... you are nervous af. Sometimes, you stuttered when he stood too close. You will pace around to regulate your breathing slowly. Because it's him, you like him vice versa. And he finds it funny and always twirls your hair when you try to find your words again.
summary: honestly i was just listening to complex by katie macleod and i started typing and this is what happened, it's only 800 words but hey-ho.
warnings: arguments, so much swearing, logan is kind of a dick
Your residual anger hung thick in the air like heat in the summer.
Your apartment was full of signs—little reminders of your argument, tiny clues to point to the hurt in your chest. The blankets on the sofa were still tangled from where Logan had slept there last night. There were two empty bottles of whisky beside a smashed plate on the coffee table, matched with angry claw marks where he'd made the wooden structure his victim. Most obviously, you and the man you loved stood on each end of the room and the argument, chests heaving from shouting and fists balled up with rage.
"I fucking hate you," you declared.
"No, you don't," Logan deadpanned, "you hate me right now, but really, you love me."
"Don't," you paused, taking a deep breath, "don't tell me how to feel."
"But you're allowed to tell me how to feel, huh?" he challenged.
There was another strangled sigh in your mouth. You couldn't keep sighing. You needed to come up with something new. Yelling had never been your thing. Maybe Logan's, but not yours. He hadn't even yelled for this entire fight. There had been heated exchanges, sure, but even in his most frustrated moments, he hadn't dared raise his voice. He had that much self-control.
"I can't look at you," your eyes fell to the floor.
Logan let out a snort. "Can't look at me, huh? Can't look me in the eye?"
This whole thing had started because the furry fucking moron had said something stupid. Then, he'd made it even worse when you'd pointed it out. It was like Logan had brought himself a proverbial shovel and was rewarding himself by digging a hole. He was ten feet down, and he couldn't see anything, save if he looked up and saw you glancing down at him with bleary eyes in his self-sustained grave. You could have reached down your hand to help him out but it was too far.
"Fuck. You."
Your chest heaved as you shoved past him, shoulders hitting his with a thud. Logan had barely even processed what had happened before the bedroom door slammed in his face. The force caused a picture on the shelf beside it to fall, the glass smashing into three separate pieces. He leant down to pick it up, turning the frame over. It was a picture of you at Coney Island two years ago; the wind was blowing your hair back, faced pressed to Logan's as he scowled. They were sweeter times.
Logan glanced up at the ceiling - or the sky, whatever the closest thing is.
"Whoever the fuck is up, that's not fucking funny."
He stopped at the door.
To say his heart broke when he heard you crying on the other side would be an understatement. There was a lot of sounds that Logan hated; his ring tone, his alarm sound in the morning, Wade Wilson's voice...but above all, the sound of you crying felt like a punch to the throat. It was even worse for him to know that he was the one who caused it.
Logan didn't stop before he opened the door. He booted it, body crossing the room in seconds to meet you at the bed. You were curled up, hugging his pillow to your chest and crying into yours.
He fell to his knees beside you, warm hands pulling your arms away from your face and towards him instead. A pair of strong arms came to wrap around you and in seconds, you were pressed to his chest.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, "don't cry. Please don't cry. Punch me, slap me, fuckin' kill me if you want but please don't cry."
A little sob escaped your throat. "You're so frustrating."
"I know," Logan gave you a small smile, "christ, I know. And I am so fucking sorry."
He re-centred you on the bed, organising the pillows so that they were behind you. The mattress dipped beside you as he climbed under the covers, pulling you back into his side. You were still glaring at him, still refusing to throw you a ladder down his special grave.
"I let my anger get the best of me sometimes," Logan said, "maybe I don't shout at you or get angry the way I do at other people, but it...it manifests in more fucked up ways, I think. I like arguing. I love riling people up. I don't like doing that to you, though."
"You did, though."
"I know, sweetheart, I know," he murmured. "I'm trying my best. I know my best is absolute bullshit but...I am trying."
You tangled your fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze. "I know. It's okay if you want to keep trying."
Logan softly smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I love you."
Summary: Too afraid to hurt you, Logan tries his best to keep his Alpha inside. That is until the glass shatters, and a very hungry Alpha is ready to come out.
You nearly fell as you ran quicker, or tried to. The woods weren't kind during the night.
And you also knew running didn't help, it only made things worse. A lot worse, but you didn't care.
You gave into your instincts, to help him. So he could let the Alpha out that was lurking inside, deep down. He tried to push it down, keep his inner beast hidden, but you knew he was struggling.
An Alpha inside him, his biology, something he couldn't hide yet he tried to.
Logan always had that in him. An Alpha ready to come out and claim his Omega.
And when Logan found you, after so many years of misery, he didn't want you to see what he can become. He didn't want to be that animal and force you into something you didn't want to do.
But today, his rut came unexpectedly. One moment he was fine, in the next his temperature was rising and his breathing got quick.
His mind was focusing on one thing and one thing only, to breed.
To breed and claim his Omega as his.
Logan always sent you away, every time his rut was near, he needed you gone, to keep you safe, so he wouldn't hurt you. While he was present during your heats to help you, he refused your help.
Not this time, this time, you ran to please him, you ran away so he could chase you and hunt you down.
You knew his inner beast will really like that, especially since you made sure to let him smell just how wet you were.
He growled behind you, you heard him knock trees down as you ran. Then, you arrived at a river. This is where he caught up.
His eyes, different, his chest heaving, his shirt... missing somehow.
This wasn't Logan in front of you, this was the beast he kept hidden from you.
And while you were a bit scared, you also knew he would never hurt you. So, you moved back a little, challenging him and he took the bait.
"Omega..." it was more like a warning.
"I-I need a bed. You can't take me here." you certainly didn't think that through when you ran away.
Even if you said he can't he certainly didn't care.
He was huge compared to you, something you really liked, it gave you the feeling that you were safe.
He didn't kiss you, and you didn't expect it from him, he made you face a tree and decided to take you against it.
But he most certainly did.
He got all of your clothes off along with his, he took you from behind until you couldn't stand any longer, then he switched as he put your back against the tree and rammed into you. You felt as the tree against your back started to really scratch your skin.
You couldn't help but moan louder with each thrust. He groaned his mouth left marks behind everywhere on your skin. While his healed quickly, yours certainly didn't.
It took him four more rounds to finally calm down a little. His cock never even left you.
He kept it inside, soft or hard which was really appreciated by your inner Omega.
You wanted this man so bad for so long, and now, that he finally claimed you during his rut, everything felt perfect.
Logan couldn't believe that he let himself go like this. He shouldn't have let this beast touch you, and yet there you were, wrapped around him in every possible way as he tried to calm his breathing.
Suddenly, he flinched away from you, he basically ripped himself out of you as you just stood there, naked, watching him.
"I'm sorry. I tried to control it but-" suddenly a breeze came and you shivered.
How careless of him, how stupid was he? He not only did this to you, but now, you were cold and he didn't even take care of you. He quickly ran to you, holding you close to his warm chest, and he started heading back to his cabin.
Once inside, he made sure to run a warm shower before getting under.
He just held you, running his fingers up and down your back as he finally calmed down. He knew the best would be back for more very soon.
"You didn't hurt me. I did enjoy it as well, Logan. You would never hurt me, I know that."
"You were cold, I didn't take care of you, you wanted a bed... not a tree." you cupped his cheeks, making him look at you.
"I enjoyed every second of it. So stop blaming yourself."
You knew he wouldn't but you hoped at least it helped a little when you leaned up to kiss him.
"Do you think I got you pregnant?"
Children were something you never spoke of, so his question caught you off guard.
"I'm not sure, but I'm still dripping you filled me up so much." he groaned. You could sense the Alpha coming to the surface again. "Was it your intention?"
"Not if you didn't want it." he said as his lips found your neck.
Honestly, you didn't know. You wanted to let it happen and if his seed took, you'd be happy to carry his child.
"You can." you said and he pulled away to look you in the eyes. "If you want to, James, you can I'd be happy to have a baby with you."
Again, you saw the switch in his eyes. You saw how he turned but this time, his face had a different desire.
"Breed you?" he asked as his vocabulary started to decrease.
"Breed me." you replied as this time he leaned down to kiss you on the lips.
Imagine: Logan accidentally clawing you in his sleep due to his nightmares. [x]
Logan: *wakes up, panting* I-
Y/N: -It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re safe now. It’s j-just me...
Logan: You... You’re hurt- I did that-
Y/N: -It’s okay, it’s only a little scratch, I promise. I’m fine. You didn’t mean to-
Logan: -I still hurt you. *goes to get out of bed*
Y/N: *grabs him arm* Logan, stay, please. I want you here. I promise, I’m fine. Please.
Logan: I’m really sorry.
Imagine Logan debating whether or not to join you in a bar fight.
It looked like you were taking care of yourself. A guy had stupidly hit on you in the bar with a sexist comment, and you gave him a warning. He continued on, and his hand went a little too far up your thigh. It wasn’t your fault that he didn’t listen to your warning. It was his own and he was paying for it now.
Not only had you broken every bone on his hand, but when his buddies came to help him out, you were giving them a real tongue-lashing. They didn’t heed any of the warnings either. Stupid assholes, Logan thought, enjoying his drink and half-watching the show you were putting on.
It was only when there was another party involved. A guy coming after you with a knife, a guy that had just come out of the bathrooms behind Logan. Now now, a knife was not playing fair.
Getting to his feet quickly, Logan backwards-kicked the stool that he had been sitting on so it shot right into the bastard’s way, causing him to stumble and fall onto the sticky floor. You looked over and gave Logan an appreciate look, and he raised his beer in salute.
This is request will not say who for protection of there privacy
Y/n (Your Name) Summers AKA Blast. A member of the x-men with powers of shooting fireballs out of her right hand and ice balls out of her left hand. She can't control them so she has to wear special gloves to control her powers. She is the younger sister of Scott Summers AKA Cyclops and Alex Summer AKA Havok. She is the older sister of Gabriel Summers AKA Vulcan. She escaped the plane on the parachute with her older brothers. She was adopted and separated from her brothers for many years. When she was in middle school when she discovered her powers. A group of school bullies were bullying her when she stuck her hands up to defend her self fire and ice flew out of her palms. Her adopted family were terrified and locked her away until was recruited by the x-men. She was trained to control her powers with the help of special gloves. Then she introduced to both Havok and Cyclops when she was in college. But that isn't this story no this is the story of how she fell in love AKA how you fell in love.
"Alex," You shouted looking for your brother. "In here Y/N," Your older brother shouted back. You followed a path towards where the voice was coming from. Your brother's laughter as well as a stranger's rung out from outside. You stepped through the door and were met with Alex and a mystery man. The stranger was handsome. He had light black hair and blue eyes. He had on a stained white tank top and a pair of blue jeans. You couldn't help but stare. "Logan this my little sister Y/N Y/N this is my friend Logan," Havok introduced snapping you out of your daze. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Logan," You greet. "Is there something you needed Y/N/N (Your nickname)," The X-men asked? "I couldn't just come see my big brother without needing something," You tease with a small smile. He raised his eyebrow before answering, "You could but you don't now spill why are you here." You pulled a yellow folder with the words classified in big black letters from your purse and handed it to him. "Can you both excuse me for a minute," The other summers dismissed himself and entered the housed. "That must have been important," Logan spoke up sending shivers down your spine. "it was," You reply. "What was it," The dark-haired man asked? "Classified," You answer shortly. "X-men stuff," He asks? "How do you," You began to ask when a pair of wolverine-like claws grew from his hands. "Wolverine but you can call me Logan," He answers with a smirk. You removed your black leather gloves before raising your right hand and shot a fireball catching a small piece of the yard on fire. You quickly lifted your left hand shooting ice balls and putting it out. "Blast but you can call me Y/N," You replied with a smirk of your own before adding, "nice claws." "Thanks and nice balls," He replies. You let out a small laugh and so did he. "So does that mean your apart of the x-men then," You asked? "It is complicated," Wolverine answers. You both were interrupted when Alex walked out. "I hope you two are getting along," Your older brother says. "Yeah, we are," You answer with a small smile. You looked at him and he was already staring at you. The way he was looking at you caused your heart to start beating. "You could say that," He agreed. "I have to go dinner with Scott and Jean but I will see you later Alex and it was a pleasure to meet you, Logan," You dismiss. "I hope to see you again," Logan shouts as you walk away causing you to smile as you walked out.
"Your sister is beautiful," Logan tells Alex. "That is my sister," Alex says scrunching his face in disgust. "She seems pretty amazing," Wolverine continued. "Stop that is my sister just leave her alone and continue to go after Jean," Havok demanded. "I actually think I really like her," The x-men says. "You just met her," Your older brother growled protectively. "Yeah I know hey I am going to head out see you soon," The mutant replied leaving.
"Alex tell me everything about him," You commanded. "About who," He asked looking up from what he was doing. "Wolverine well Logan," You answer with a matter of fact tone. "Why," The mutant asked? "I really like him," You whine. "You don't even know him you met him once for like ten minutes fifteen tops," Your brother growled protectively. "Ever heard of love at first sight," You asked? "Yes in stories not in real life," He mumbles angrily. "He was so hot and funny and ugh please," You begged. "Fine be at the restaurant on 5th 8:00 but don't blame me if he doesn't show or breaks your heart," Growls the younger of your big brothers before he stormed off.
Your heart beat rapidly against your ribcage as you grabbed the door handle with your small glove-covered hand. pulling it open you stepped foot in the small loud busy dinner. You scanned the booths spotting a familiar set of blue eyes and light black hair covered by a hoodie. A huge smile appeared on your face as you took a deep breath in and then out. Your heels slowly clicked against the surface of the cheap laminate tile. His blue eyes met your Y/E/C (Your Eye Color) eyes. "Hello," He greets. "Hello," You reply. You took a seat across from him. "I didn't think I would see you again," Wolverine speaks up. "That makes two of us," You reply shyly. "Well I am glad I did," The light black haired man speaks. "As am I," You agree. "Listen I have been thinking since the moment you walked inside that house I haven't really felt this way before well once but it was doomed from day one she is married and I know this is soon and we still have a lot to learn about each other but I already really like you I think I might love you," The mutant confesses. "I think I love you too," You reply.
That was the story of how blast and Wolverine fell in love at first sight.
Message to the requester I hope you like it. It was a lot of fun to write. If you don’t like it there are a few things I can do.
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Tony cheered from the stands as loud as he could. You were currently running across the green, attempting to steal the soccer ball from your opponent. Bruce and Steve were talking amongst themselves, each wearing a grin of pride. Nat, unsurprisingly, was yelling out weak points of the other team. Clint was smirking to the side while occasionally adding his own remarks about the referees in particular. Thor was grinning as he was walking back to the group, Logan next to him. The pair were holding different types of snacks. Logan paused his walking to let out a whoop as you scored a goal.
“That’s my [girl/boyfriend]!” he screamed, causing you to blush slightly.
Thor chuckled before bellowing his own sound of encouragement your way. You didn’t even try to hide the smirk that was lighting your face. Your family and boyfriend were all at your game, for the first time ever. Your dad and boyfriend had made most games, but you always wanted your pseudo-uncles and aunt to watch you play.
Being the Stark you are, you bowed in the most dramatic way possible. Some of your teammates ruffled your hair with a laugh.
Apparently, someone on the other team didn’t enjoy your ‘showboating’. You weren’t surprised really; your father had a constant stream of haters. However, that didn’t excuse your opponent’s actions.
During the next play, you had the ball. You were looking up the field to pass and found your open teammate. With ease, you made the ball soar their way. Just as the ball left your possession, you were knocked to the ground and heard a sickening crack.
Your opponent decided to slide tackle you as hard as they could.
You weren’t screaming, but you were sure as hell groaning. Not too surprisingly, Logan beat your coach onto the field. You gripped his hand and squeezed as hard as you could; you knew he could take it. Had you not been in pain, you would’ve been laughing at Thor’s obvious outrage. You could hear a bit of the Capsicle demanding that particular opponent be off the field. All you could focus on, however, was the pain and Logan’s hand.
“You’re okay kid,” he told you, “A little broken, but I’ve got you.”
You heard murmuring which led you to peek an eye open. Your coach and athletic trainer were leaning over you. The assistant coach looked a bit busy trying to keep your teammates from starting a fight.
“The ambulance are on their way.”
“They oughta damn well hurry.”
You didn’t black out, per se, but everything seemed faster than normal. Before you knew it, you were in the hospital getting a cast. The slide tackle had broken your fibula and fractured your tibia. At that point, you were more upset that you couldn’t play than you were with the actual pain.
Soon enough, you were back in your dad’s tower with six looming figures following everywhere. The only one that seemed to give you some space was Nat. She had broken more than a few bones and understood the horrible coddling that came after...well, you felt like it was coddling.
“Dad, you don’t have to keep making me chicken soup,” you tried to tell him, “I hurt a bone not catch the sniffles.”
“JARVIS is still running tests, so at the moment, this is the only way I know how to help.”
“JARVIS please tell me you’re almost done,” you pleaded with the AI.
“I still have 37% left to analyze.”
You groaned, throwing your head back. Logan smirked to himself and continued to rub your shoulder. By this point, you had asked everyone but your dad and boyfriend to leave. Of course Steve told you he was on speed dial if you needed anything. Thor even offered to take you to Asgard for treatment. Bruce, of course, piped up with something else and soon enough, you could barely hear yourself. So, you had Logan, who seemed relatively calm but close, to usher them away.
You scrunched your nose as your dad kissed your forehead. Logan just smiled to himself.
“I’ll try and make something other than soup,” he told you, “Just wait here.”
Your expression softened a bit as he walked back toward the kitchen. You turned your head when you heard Logan laughing.
“What?”
“He’s just trying to help.”
You sighed. “I know. I just felt a little claustrophobic,” you paused, “Thank you, by the way. I know you don’t like staying in one place for too long.”
He smiled at you. “Anything for you.”
You settled into his arms and leaned into him. You hissed slightly as your leg moved just a bit. Once resettled you closed your eyes. A chuckle rumbled from your chest when you heard your dad and JARVIS arguing over cooking instructions.
