#wolverine fic

[wysteriadragon777]

Wolvie print finished!

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[wysteriadragon777]

“Every room needs a problem. That’s usually where I come in.”

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[bpmiranda]

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[violetflowerswrites]

Intertwined

Pairing: Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Era: X Men 1 / Trilogy (but any Logan will work!)

Summary: Logan and his lover have a sensual night in bed. This is literally just porn no plot.

Word Count: 2k

Disclaimers: Soft Logan! Swearing. Consensual kissing, touching, and p in v sex. Super explicit absolutely filthy porn. 18+ mature only. Minors DNI.

A/N: I just love soft Logan so much and imagined Logan being such a golden retriever boyfriend; sickenly sweet and soft and sexy when he’s happy and secure and loved! I wrote this with a curvy reader in mind but tried to be as neutral as I could! Enjoy!

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A rough, calloused hand gently rubbed your palm.

Logan was fascinated by your hand, how small it was in his own, how slender your fingers were, the smoothness of your skin, the plushness of your palm.

This wasn’t the bloodied, scarred hand of a fighter.

It was the hand of an academic. A teacher.

He glanced up at you, his view partially obstructed by the novel you were completely engrossed in.

Your bright eyes, illuminated by the gentle light of the bedside lamp, darted across the page in tiny, almost imperceptible jumps.

You were a fast reader. A voracious one.

And Logan could not fathom picking up a book to save his life.

But he loved laying on your lap while you read, his heavy head and thick neck cradled by the plentiful pillowyness of your thighs and belly.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Logan settled himself deeper into bed, deeper into your body. You absent mindedly patted the hardened muscle of his chest, soothing him as he shifted his heavy frame.

Logan interlaced his hand with yours, examining his knuckles, where adamantium claws lay hidden millimeters below the surface of his tanned skin.

Although his healing ability kept him from having scars, he sometimes wished he could have some. Just to prove his hard-won battles.

You glanced up from the novel.

“What are you thinking about?” You murmured, bringing up your interlocked hands to your lips, giving him a gentle kiss.

The affectionate gesture always made his heart warm. Seeing you treat him like a man, rather than fear the weapon in his body, did something to him.

“Nothing much.” He grunted.

You smirked at his crypticness. You knew that Logan had a lot more going on inside that thick skull of his than he let on.

“Anything I can do to convince you to share?”

Before he could respond, you tossed the book to your bedside table and firmly grasped his hand.

Logan’s eyes locked with yours, widening, and a grin spread across his face, as you pressed a kiss to his palm.

And took a lick of his skin.

Then another.

He continued to watch intently as you kissed each finger tip.

As you rubbed his index finger against your soft bottom lip.

As you nibbled it with your teeth.

And finally, as you popped his finger into your mouth, rubbing your tongue on his flesh sensually.

You closed your eyes, tasting salt and sweat and enjoying the thickness of his digit in your mouth when suddenly, Logan’s remaining fingers gripped your chin harshly and pulled you down.

Your arms splayed to catch him around the neck as you released his finger and he attacked your lips with hunger. Strong arms bear hugged around your back and you found yourself laying on top of his body, lopsided on the bed.

“Fuck me, you’re too sexy for your own good.” He growled against you, already breathless.

You grinned against his mouth, his scruff chaffing your cheeks, but you didn’t care. You kissed him harshly. Hungrily.

Your teeth found his bottom lip and you tugged, hard, mischief twinkling in your eyes.

“Convinced?” You laughed.

Logan rolled over, so that he rose above you, supported by his thick biceps. Your eyes glanced over at his muscles, appreciating the view. God, his arms turned you on and he knew it.

“I was…” Logan started, but he got embarrassed and buried his face into your neck. His weight could have deflated your lungs in an instant, but he kept himself supported with a knee between your legs. The man was huge, in more ways than one.

“I was thinking about how cute your hands are.” Logan mumbled against your skin, his lips pressing under your jaw now.

“Aww. Thanks Lo,” You gushed dramatically. You loved it whenever he was soft around you.

“Shut up.” Logan grumbled, embarrassed.

You raked your hands through his thick dark hair, practically petting him like a dog.

Logan loved it when you did that and he let out a pleased groan.

“And I kinda wished I had scars.”

“How come?” You asked, genuinely intrigued. You knew his healing ability prevented him from having any trace of injury. The man was cut like a Greek God because of it.

“Battle trophies.” He slid his eyes back to yours, gauging your reaction.

“Lo,” you chuckled without sarcasm, “you don’t need battle trophies. Anyone who sees you is scared shitless. They know you can fight regardless of your battle scars or not.”

“Whatever.” Logan kissed you again. But you could tell he was pleased. He liked being intimidating, to everyone.

Except you. You were never scared of him. It was part of the reason he was attracted to you in the first place. You saw through the muscle and the gruff and the attitude and saw the man behind the mutant.

“Besides. I like your body just the way it is.” You ran your hands along the hardened muscle of his back.

”Yeah?”

“Especially this part.” You slid a knee up in between his legs so that you could brush up against his cock. It was rock-hard, straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

Logan slept shirtless, and more often than not, full commando. Mostly because he fucked you every night and couldn’t be bothered with underwear afterwards.

Not that you were complaining.

“Are you asking to be fucked, princess?” Logan asked slyly. He punctuated his words by grinding his hips down onto your core. It was a crude pantomime of what you really wanted.

What you needed inside you.

Preferably as soon as fucking possible.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Logan.” You pulled his head down to the crook of your neck, and Logan obeyed your silent command by sucking a hickey onto your skin immediately.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You sighed into his thick dark hair, the feeling of his wet, hot mouth all over you sending shivers of arousal down to your core.

Somehow Logan freed his member and discarded your panties while you were thoroughly distracted.

A hand squeezed your breast and warm lips teased your nipples.

“Mmph! Stop teasing and get on with it!” You whined pitifully. Before Logan came into your life, you already knew you had a high sex drive. But no toy, no partner could ever keep up with your needs.

Logan complied and slipped a hand through your folds. At his intrusion, you arched your back and let out a tortured cry.

Then, he pushed two fingers in and up. Quickly. Harshly. Repeatedly.

“Fuck!” The expletive tore from your throat as a sudden gush of arousal flowed down. Your slick was already dripping onto the sheets.

And he gave it to you to taste from his thick, scar-less, beautiful fingers.

You rolled your eyes but sucked it clean anyway. Logan loved how you tasted but there was something about watching you taste yourself that quite simply, made him want to cum immediately.

It was so fucking sexy.

And you loved the effect you had on him with this simple act. The way he grunted in satisfaction. And had to draw in a steadying breath. And tug on his cock to readjust himself so that he was perfectly aligned to fuck you into next week.

“Finally.” You let your head fall back on the pillow, your hair already sticking to your forehead, damp with sweat.

”So demanding, princess.” Logan chuckled softly, taking one last look at your beautiful body displayed for him. Chest rising and falling rapidly. Nipples pointed and hardened. Shiny, slick pussy so eager for him to invade.

So he watched as he agonizingly slowly thrust his huge cock into your cunt.

But he didn’t watch where your bodies met. No, Logan wanted to watch your face.

He saw your brows raise and eyes widen when the head breached the tight ring of your entrance. Then your plush lips drop open in a gasp, as his cock stretched you out.

And lastly, your eyes rolled back and a guttural groan released from your throat when he finally bottomed out.

“Satisfied?” He teased you, his voice coming out scratchy and low.

You used your knees to squeeze his hips, pulling him deeper.

“Nope.” You grinned, purposely popping your lips on the “p.”

“Good. I ain’t done by a long shot.”

At that, Logan shut up entirely and finally started fucking you earnestly.

He braced his hands on both of your generous thighs and alternated pulling you onto his cock, or rolling his hips into you. You strained your neck to watch his thick, veined, slick-wet cock sliding in and out of your tight core.

It was an absolutely filthy, messy, and glorious sight to see.

You locked your knees behind his back, slipping a few times from the sweat dripping on his hot skin.

Sex was exercise, but with Logan it was a fucking marathon. He was the only man who could ever keep up with you.

“Ahh!” You burst out. Logan ground his pelvis down onto yours. That particular motion rubbed your clit in exactly the right way and it was as if an electric shock shot through your core and down through your legs.

Edit: Logan could not only keep up with you, but in fact, you were the one trying to keep up with him.

“More!” Logan growled out. He flopped onto your chest, gripped your hair and pulled back hard, exposing the sensitive underside of your jaw.

He bit, licked, and kissed your face all over, his hips never stopping that delicious rolling motion so that his cock continually pumped in and out of you.

Logan lifted his ass, and then dropped it quickly, letting half his body weight smack down. The result? It felt like a log had rammed itself into your pussy and straight to your G-spot.

Another rush of juices coated his cock and your inner muscles started to spasm.

And Logan could tell.

“Oh fuck!” Another expletive flew out of your mouth as Logan dropped down onto you several more times.

“More?” Logan questioned, panting hard now. He was getting close too.

You pulled him down and cradled his head against the crook of your neck.

”More.”

Logan wrapped his body around yours and thrust so hard, your head almost hit the headboard. You bounced underneath him, but he was holding you so tight, there was nowhere for you to go but to meet each thrust with a push of your own hips upwards.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Your voice burst in a short series of whines that joined Logan’s vocal moans and sexy growls into your neck. Every hard thrust pulled another whine from your lips.

Your breasts squished against the hard muscles of his chest. Your nipples rubbed against hot skin. Your hands, clawing at his hair. His back. His ass. Wherever you could desperately hang on for dear life.

And Logan kept on pushing. Pulling out halfway. And pushing in again, as deep as he could fucking go. It was like he was trying to push deeper each time and your greedy cunt encouraged him by tightening around him more and more.

So when you felt the orgasm come, you were determined to make Logan ride the wave with you. You grabbed his ass and forced him to still while you ground your cunt as quickly and roughly as you could. His cock thoroughly enveloped to the hilt, in your hot wet core.

Then it hit.

Both of you were silenced by the force of the orgasm. Breathless. Speechless. Overwhelmed. In fucking heaven.

Your pussy throbbed with the aftermath. And Logan’s cock sputtered hot jets of cum deep inside you.

A simultaneous, satisfied, and completely spent noise escaped from both of you as you drew in shuddering breaths when your lungs decided to work again.

“Wow, bubs. That was really fucking good.” Logan found his voice again too. The post-sex glow made his words drawn-out and slowed. He sat you up in his lap, resting a chin on your shoulder.

You squeezed his firm bicep, his arm tightening across your breasts and sinking down into the soft flesh.

Rather than feeling trapped, you felt the opposite. Secure. Safe. Held hostage in the best possible way.

“You’re mine.” Logan stated matter-of-factly.

“Couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.” You teased even as Logan locked your legs up in a complicated hold.

“Do you want to?” He replied.

You tilted your head back for a kiss, your lips spread into a satisfied smile.

”Never.”

[supermarvelgirl15]

Muse

Summary: When you hit an art block, you use Logan as your newfound muse.

Pairing: Logan Howlett × f!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None!

A/N: It's the end of the spring semester! To celebrate, here's a little something of my grumpy baby girl that deserves all the love <3

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Art had always been a part of your life some way or another. Whether it was just doodling something absentmindedly on a napkin or sitting outside to paint the ethereal colors of the sunset. You loved the way a pencil or brush felt in your hand as if it was made specifically for you. 

    It wasn’t a surprise to anyone when you decided to become an art teacher. The idea of spreading your love of the craft with kids that had the same passion as you was a dream come true. A match made in heaven. 

    When your friend Charles offered you a position at his private school, you practically jumped at the opportunity. You weren’t a mutant yourself, but no child should be deprived of the beauty of creativity, no matter their biology. 

    You developed a quick friendship with the other occupants of the mansion, the ones that would go on to be Xavier’s X-Men. It didn’t take long for the students to fall in love with you either. 

    Hank was the first to befriend you, the two of you bonding over your shared adoration of the arts. Ororo and Jean followed soon after, happy to have another woman to team up with against the men, much to Scott’s dismay. 

    Everything was going so well. That was, at least, until you started feeling the premonitions of a burn out coming. 

    The assignments that you made for the students started becoming unoriginal. You would stare at your blank canvas, paintbrush in hand, and just sit there. All inspiration started oozing out of you piece by piece, and it was starting to affect you mentally. Art was how you could express yourself. Without it, the world seemed void of color. 

    Even Charles could see the difference in you, without having to look in your mind. He tried inviting you to go visit the new art exhibit in the city with him, but you didn’t want to look at other artist’s artworks right now; it’d only infuriate you more.  

    What was going on with you? Had you finally run out of motivation? How could you be an art teacher when you couldn’t create anything yourself? Maybe Charles should look into getting someone else, for the children’s sakes. 

    No. You refused to give up. You just needed some inspiration. All you had to do was find it. 

    So, that was what you were doing now, sitting in the garden with your sketchbook in your lap. Your pencil traced lazy circles on the page, willing something to come to you. A doodle of the flowers sat abandoned at the corner of the page, along with various other forgotten sketches of the students out in the yard. Why was this so hard?! 

    You were about to finally give up and go inside when you noticed movement in the corner of your eye. Turning slightly, you saw Logan leaning against one of the pillars with a cigar between his lips, his eyes focused on the children that just started a game of flag football. 

    Logan had been a new addition to your little found family a handful of months ago. You met him when he accidentally ran into you in the hall the day he was brought here with Rogue. Other than that, you’ve only said a few words to each other in passing. He didn’t seem like a big art guy anyway, which was too bad. He was handsome after all. 

    Staring at him, your eyes traced over his features; his eyes, nose, facial hair, mouth. Even his side profile was good looking. No fair. 

    However, you found yourself turning to a new page, your pencil sketching with a newfound purpose. You continued to steal glances at him, making sure you got every detail right, from the tips of his hair tufts to the cigar that sat loosely between his plump lips. You even drew the same scene from different angles, exploring every line of his face that you could see from your spot on the bench. 

    When you were done, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment at finally breaking through your burn out. You compared your sketches to Logan, pride swelling in your chest. You were back.  

    Little did you know, your rediscovered motivation was a one-way street. The only thing you seemed to want to draw now was... Logan. It wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you wanted to find inspiration, but at least you didn’t have art block anymore, right? A muse was a muse. He was nothing more than that. 

    If he just so happened to be in the kitchen at the same time as you in the mornings, your pencil was tracing out the shape of his bedhead. If he was training in the Danger Room while you were visiting Ororo, your pen was outlining his claws that popped out between his knuckles. If he was outside smoking a cigar when you were having a lunch break, your brush was painting his gentle eyes. 

    His eyes were your favorite thing to capture, you found. They held so many different emotions in them. Sadness, anger, love, longing. Oh, you could spend hours painting his eyes, dissecting the meaning behind them. 

    Maybe he was starting to be more than a muse. 

    Days later, you were once again sat at the kitchen counter, attempting to draw Logan from memory. He had gone out on some mission a few days ago, so you made do with what you had. 

    His claws are not that long. Did he always have that crease between his brows? That’s why he always looks grumpy. His hair is not that kitty-ear like... or is it? There’re his eyes... his smile’s cute. He should smile more— 

    “Whatcha drawin’?” 

    You jumped at the voice, instinctively slamming your sketchbook shut. Turning around, you saw Logan staring at you with a quirked brow, confusion written across his features. You took a mental picture so you could draw that expression later. 

    “I, uh... it’s nothing, really,” you spat out, mentally cursing yourself. That was the most suspicious thing you could’ve said. “I didn’t know you were back.” 

    Logan continued to stare at you for a moment, picking up on your obvious changing of the subject. “Uh huh. Got back last night.” He walked around you, heading to the fridge, your sketchbook momentarily forgotten. Phew. 

    You nodded, sliding out of your seat.  “Good. That’s good. Hope everything went well.” What were you? Twelve? You had to get out of here before you made it any worse. 

   “You okay, darlin’?” Logan questioned before taking a sip from one of the bottles of soda he must’ve found in the fridge. At least, you hoped it was a soda this early in the day.  

   The pet name caught you off guard, making you momentarily forget that he was even speaking to you. Okay, now you’re just being ridiculous. To be fair, the concerned look in his eyes wasn’t helping either.  

   “Oh, yeah. I’m just... tired,” you fibbed, snatching up your sketchbook. “Better go get ready for class. See you around.” You practically sped out of there, leaving Logan completely confused.  

   What just happened? 

   Imagine his surprise when he saw your name scrawled at the top on the inside of the cover. It was your sketchbook, the one he rarely saw you without. His eyes scanned the garden, but you were nowhere to be seen.  

 Logan was on his way out to the garden to have a cigar break—since Chuck forbade him from doing it inside—when he caught a glimpse of a book laid forgotten on one of the benches. Assuming it was one of the kid’s, he picked it up, flipping it open to see if there was a name. 

   That was when his curiosity started to creep in. Every time saw you, your entire focus was stuck in the book, your pencil working a mile a minute at whatever you were sketching. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t steal glances your way when you were stuck in your little world.  

   Anyone with eyes could see that you were beautiful. He’s tried to make a move on you in the past, but every time he caught your eye or started your way, you’d disappear. He knew you were a little shy, but he’s seen you act the opposite with the others. Maybe it was just with him. 

   Which brought him back to his current predicament. You never let anyone look in your sketchbook, not even your students.  Logan’s seen some of your other work that Charles put up through the mansion; it was damn good.  So, what was wrong with taking a little peak? 

   He started flipping through the pages, seeing various drawings of landscapes, plants, and animals. There were even some sketches of Xavier, Hank, Ororo, and the others, along with some of the students. They were all good, like he expected. Why were you so secretive with it? 

   When he flipped the page, he froze. His eyes locked on the sketches that littered the page. They were of him. You drew him from different angles, getting every detail. You made him look better on paper. 

   Logan tried not to look into it too much. You drew everyone. There was nothing special about you also drawing him.  

   Then he went to the next page, where more sketches of him stared back at him. He found himself flipping through more pages, finding even more of him in various poses and wearing different expressions. You even drew his hands, his claws drawn in a way that made it look like they were glinting in the sun. 

   The last drawing was a close up of his face, particularly his eyes. The way you drew his eyes... you made him look... human. 

   Something in his chest tightened as he stared at his own eyes looking up at him. Was this how you saw him? It was just some pencil marks on a paper, so why did it make him feel like this? He really needed to stop sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. 

   His legs started moving before he even realized it, but he was certain of where they were taking him. With your sketchbook clutched tightly in his hand, Logan soon found himself standing outside your art studio. You didn’t have a class today since Summers and ‘Ro took them out on a field trip to the museum in the city. 

   Slowly, Logan eased open the door, stepping inside. He immediately found you in the corner of the studio, your view of him blocked by the canvas in front of you. You had a paintbrush tucked behind your ear as you mixed some paint, a smear of it across your cheek. He probably shouldn’t have found that as endearing as he did. 

   As he moved closer, Logan cleared his throat, not wanting to scare you again. Your eyes shot up from your pallet, widening once you registered it was him. “Oh, hi! Did you need something?” You slid off your stool, setting your pallet down on it. 

   Logan shook his head, suddenly feeling the urge to flee. Was he nervous? He doesn’t get nervous. Scared, maybe. But he wasn’t scared of you. If anything, it was the opposite. What were you doing to him?  

   “Found this,” he held up your sketchbook. “Thought you’d want it back.” 

   Your heartbeat picked up at that, drowning out Logan’s. “Oh... thanks.” You slowly reached for it as if you were taking it from a wild animal. Once it was safe in your own hands, you glanced back at him. “Did you...?” 

   “Yeah.” 

   “Oh.” 

   The two of you stayed silent as you stood there awkwardly. What was Logan supposed to say? Maybe he should’ve just lied. He’d rather go back to stolen glances than to think that you’d never draw him again.  

   He was just about to turn tail and run when you finally spoke up. “Did you like them?” 

   The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “I don’t know. You think I look that good in real life?” Logan smirked, his confidence finding its way back at the sound of your soft laughter. 

   A small smile graced your lips, your eyes glancing over at the painting you were working on. “Do you want to see it?” You took a step back, inviting him to come closer. 

   Nodding, Logan stepped forwards, turning to see your painting. He was met with a bigger and colorful version of the last drawing he saw. His eyes. 

   “I’m not finished. I’ve been basing them after other sketches I did, so they may look a little different right now,” you informed him, though he didn’t fully register what you were saying.  

   It felt like he was looking into a mirror into his soul. You somehow captured something that he wasn’t even aware of in himself. He could see his own longing. Logan didn’t know you could paint an emotion. You really saw him. 

   You must’ve mistaken his silence for disapproval because you moved further away from him. “I’m sorry if you don’t like it. I should’ve asked for your permission first. I can stop—” 

   “No.” 

   Your brows furrowed in confusion. “No?” 

   Logan scratched the back of his neck, tearing his eyes away from the painting to look at you. “It’s good. Don’t stop,” he reassured you.  

   The tension fell from your shoulders then, a sigh of relief escaping past your lips. “Well, if you’re not busy, I could use my muse right now.” You offered him a small smile, nodding to the empty stool beside the canvas. 

   Sitting on the stool, Logan offered a small smile in return. “Darlin’, I’ll be your muse any day.” 

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[mushynka]

*sigh* Before you judge me...Hear me out-

- all pics are from my Pinterest. I dunno who the artist of fanarts are :(

[mushynka]

I dunno im trying to write Sabertooth fluff sick fic in weeks. Its probablly gonna be so cringe but...pray for me guys ❤️

[criminaly-supernatural]

Bella Notte

Worst!Logan X Reader

Hello!!! I wrote this for @princessanglophile 22nd Birthday Writing Challenge!! I haven't written anything in about 6 years, so please be kind. I had so much fun writing this despite my nerves and it uas made me want to start writing again. So you might be seeing more works from me in the future. Anyways, let's get on with the fic, happy reading!!!

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It had been almost 1 year since the events surrounding Wade's birthday, when he had dragged you along on an adventure through the Void. 1 year since you and Wade met Logan and saved the multiverse. After everything you'd gone through together during those couple of days, you'd returned home to Al and the apartment, and Logan had moved in with Wade. And i returned to my apartment next door, practically the 4th roommate of the bunch, only with the added respite of my own private space.

Once our lives had gone back to what was our new normal, things between Logan and I had grown. It began with subtle flirting and teasing jabs. Several weeks of cat and mouse and endless teasing from Wade had led to Logan finally asking me out. So here I was getting ready for our first date on a beautiful Friday night.

I had been in my room for the last 2 hours trying to decide what to wear. I'd tried on about a dozen different outfits at this point before I finally settled on something I thought looked cute but was also still comfortable for a night out.

Realizing it was close to the time when we had agreed to leave, I quickly finished getting ready. Putting on some cute shoes and some jewelry to pull the outfit together before heading next door to Wade's apartment to meet up with Logan for our night out.

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Walking in, i was immediately met with teasing remarks from Wade.

"Oh my goodness, look at you! My little girl all grown up." Wade commented, coming towards me to take me i to his arms for a hug.

"Let me go tell the man of the hour that his beauty awaits." He said, giving me a sly smile and a wink before walking off to get Logan.

I shook my head at Wade's antics, waiting by the door nervously as I waited for Logan. Several moments later, I heard the two coming down the hallway."Treat her right, and don't forget the condoms." Were a couple of the comments I overheard coming from Wade's mouth as the two walked down the hallway, followed by logans swiftly grumbled rebuttal of, "Shut the fuck up"

I laughed at that catching Logans attention as he smiled at me. Ignoring Wade's further comments he approached me and guided me out the door.

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I hadn't really known what Logan had planned for us. I would have been happy if we'd ended up at a bar, eating greasy food and dancing to a jukebox in the corner. But i was pleasantly suprised when we had pulled up to an italian restaurant down the road from the apartment. It was a newer place I'd talked about wanting to try , nd it was sweet knowing he had listened.

We walked inside, Logan giving his name for the reservation. We followed the hostess over to a table by the window, looking out at the street. The night was beautiful, the city full of life. We sat talking idly before ordering our food. Jokes and conversation flowing easy as always between the two of us.

Logan ordered a steak, and i ordered spaghetti with meatballs, a classic. The food was good and the company was even better.

Once we'd both fi wished eating, Logan mentioned how the night wasn't over yet. Pulling me out of the restaurant, he interlocked outer hands as we headed down the street towards the park.

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The night was beautiful, a gentle breeze blowing through the trees as we walked through the park. The street lamps glow warm along the path as we make our way towards a bench to rest on.

We sat side by side, our hands interlocked as i rested my head against his shoulder, staring up at the beautiful night sky with stars shining bright.

"It's so beautiful," I remarked

"It is," Logan replied. Although he wasn't looking at the sky like I was, he had his attention focused on me.

I looked over at him, a shy smile on my face and my cheeks heating up as I realized he had been talking about me.

He chuckled as he noticed the shy expression, a cocktail look on his face as he moved in a bit closer, connecting our lips in a sweet kiss.

It was short and sweet, but it meant everything. I giggled as I pulled away, bright smiles on both our faces.

It was the perfect end to a beautiful night.

The End.

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Once again, thank you for reading, and i hope you guys enjoyed it. :3