YES. JUST YES. I SWEAR IVE BEEN LIVING IN THIS TAG SINCE DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE CAME OUT I Guarantee

YES. JUST YES. I SWEAR I’VE BEEN LIVING IN THIS TAG SINCE DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE CAME OUT 😭😭😭 i guarantee that i will eat up literally anything u write for him

thoughts on me starting to write for logan howlett?? im very very very very Ver very very very vc very very tyy tempted 👁👁

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Logan Howlett x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Fluff ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- X Men ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- None! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- Unable to sleep, you seek comfort in Logan’s bed. He welcomes you warmly, and his steady presence and gentle conversation help you relax, allowing you to finally drift off to sleep.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 --- 772

THE MOONLIGHT FILTERED THROUGH THE CURTAINS, CASTING A GENTLE GLOW ACROSS THE ROOM. The clock on the nightstand ticked softly, each second stretching into eternity as you lay in bed, restless and wide awake. No matter how many times you shifted or how many deep breaths you took, sleep eluded you. Frustration mingled with the quiet night, making the shadows on the walls seem even darker.

Finally, you couldn’t stand it any longer. You slipped out of bed with deliberate care, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the house. The hallway was dimly lit, and you moved quietly towards Logan’s room. As you reached his door, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the knob. The idea of waking him up felt like an intrusion, but your need for comfort was stronger.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked gently before pushing the door open just enough to peek inside. Logan’s room was sparsely decorated, but it exuded a comforting, lived-in warmth. His silhouette was barely visible under the covers, his breathing slow and even.

“Logan,” you whispered, trying to sound calm despite the knot of anxiety in your chest. You took a tentative step closer and gently shook his shoulder. He stirred, groaning softly, before his eyes opened and found yours. He blinked sleepily, his gaze softening with recognition.

“You okay?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“I... I can’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been tossing and turning for hours. I just... I didn’t know where else to go.”

Logan’s expression shifted from groggy concern to understanding. Without a word, he shifted to one side, making space in the bed beside him. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. You didn’t need any further invitation. You slipped into the bed, the cool sheets giving way to the reassuring warmth of his body.

As you settled next to him, Logan’s arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer. You buried your face into his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat had a calming effect, slowly erasing the restless tension that had kept you awake.

“Sorry for bothering you,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

“Don’t be,” Logan said, his tone gentle but firm. “If you need me, I’m here. No apologies necessary.”

You let out a soft sigh, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “I just... I couldn’t shake this feeling of restlessness. I didn’t want to be alone.”

Logan’s fingers gently stroked your back, his touch soothing and steady. “It’s alright. You’re not alone now,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “What’s on your mind?”

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, finding comfort in the steady presence beside you. “It’s nothing specific, really. Just one of those nights where everything seems to spiral out of control. And then I start thinking about everything I have to do, and it just... snowballs.”

Logan nodded, his hand continuing its gentle rhythm on your back. “I get it. Sometimes the quiet of the night makes everything seem bigger than it is. But you’re here with me now. Let’s just focus on that.

You nodded against his chest, feeling the tension slowly drain from your body. The room was filled with a peaceful silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your breathing and the occasional creak of the bed. Logan’s presence was a steady anchor, his warmth enveloping you like a cocoon.

As minutes passed, you found your thoughts slowing down, your mind growing quieter with each passing second. Logan’s gentle touch and the rhythmic beating of his heart created a sense of calm that you had been craving all night.

“Logan?” you whispered, your voice barely a murmur.

“Yeah?” he replied, his tone soft and attentive.

“Thank you. For being here. I really needed this.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his embrace tightening slightly. “Anytime. You don’t have to thank me. I’m glad I could help.”

The comfort of his words, coupled with the soothing rhythm of his breathing, lulled you towards sleep. You felt your eyes growing heavy, the exhaustion of the sleepless night finally catching up with you. Logan’s steady presence was a constant reassurance, a promise of safety and companionship.

As sleep began to claim you, you could hear Logan’s voice, soft and soothing. “Get some rest. I’ve got you.”

And with those comforting words echoing in your mind, you finally surrendered to the embrace of sleep, finding peace in the warmth and safety of Logan’s arms.

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Ahhhh loved your summit alphabet!!!!! Are you considering doing a sfw alphabet for Logan???

WAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! and yeess there it is

SFW ALPHABET

pairing: logan howlett x reader

warnings: none

a/n: logan<3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

logan isn’t overly affectionate in public, but in private, he’s deeply caring. he shows affection through small gestures—touching your back as he walks by, holding your hand or making sure you’re comfortable and safe. he expresses love through actions more than words.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

as a best friend, logan would be the type to drop everything to help you, even if it means getting his hands dirty. your friendship would likely start in a high-stress situation where you’ve proven yourself to him. he’s protective, and he might not be the most talkative, he’s always there to listen.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

logan enjoys cuddling more than he would admit. he’s often wrapping himself around you. his cuddles are making you feel completely protected in his arms. he’s not overly clingy, but he does appreciate the closeness.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

logan has lived a long life, so the idea of settling down appeals to him, though he struggles with the concept. he’s not much of a cook, but he’s practical and can handle basic tasks like fixing things around the house. cleaning isn’t his strongest skill, but he’d do it without complaint if it made you happy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

if logan had to break up with you, he would do it face-to-face, straightforward and honest. he’d likely keep it brief, explaining his reasons without dragging it out, but he’d still make sure you knew it wasn’t your fault.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

logan has a complicated relationship with commitment, given his past. he’d be hesitant to propose, needing to be absolutely certain before making that step. once he does commit though, he’s all in.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

logan can be incredibly gentle, especially with those he cares about. he’s aware of his strength and is careful not to hurt you, whether physically or emotionally. he’s emotionally sensitive, despite his rough exterior, and would go out of his way to ensure you feel loved and respected.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

logan isn’t the type to give casual hugs often, but when he does, they’re meaningful and comforting. he hugs with his whole body, wrapping you up and holding you close, as if he’s afraid to let go.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

logan takes a long time to say “i love you,”when he finally does say it, it’s usually after a significant event or moment where he feels the need to express his feelings. when he does finally say the words, they’re deeply sincere and heartfelt.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

logan can get jealous, especially if he feels someone else is trying to encroach on what he considers his. his jealousy isn’t explosive, but it’s palpable. he’d probably respond by getting a bit more possessive, staying close to you and making it clear to any rival that you’re taken.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

logan’s kisses are intense and passionate, often rough, but always full of emotion. he loves kissing your neck, shoulders, and lips, savoring the connection. when he’s feeling particularly tender, he might press a soft kiss to your forehead or the back of your hand.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

logan has a soft spot for kids, though he might not seem like the type at first. they often bring out a protective, fatherly side in him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with logan are usually quiet and unhurried. he’s not a morning person, but he enjoys waking up with you. he’s more likely to wake up early if you’re there with him, appreciating the simple pleasure of your company.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights with logan are intimate and peaceful. after a long day, he enjoys unwinding with you, whether it’s watching TV, having a drink, or just talking. he’s the type to fall asleep with you in his arms, holding you close until morning.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

logan is slow to open up about his past and feelings. he’ll open up slowly, sharing bits of his past and his feelings over time. it might take a while before he fully trusts you with his deepest secrets.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

logan is known for his temper, but he can be patient when it matters, especially with those he cares about. if you’re important to him, he’ll give you all the patience he can muster.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

logan remembers the important things. he’s not one to forget birthdays, anniversaries, or the little things that make you happy. he might not remember every tiny detail, but he’s surprisingly attentive and makes an effort to keep track of what matters most to you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

logan’s favorite moment in your relationship would likely be something simple yet profound—maybe the first time you made him laugh, or the first time he realized he could trust you. those small, intimate moments are what he treasures most.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

logan is extremely protective. he’d do anything to keep you safe, even if it means putting himself in danger. however, he also appreciates when you show concern for his safety, finding comfort in knowing you care about him as much as he cares about you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

logan isn’t one for grand gestures, but he puts in effort where it counts. he’ll remember anniversaries, pick out gifts with care, and make sure that whatever he does for you, it’s meaningful. he might struggle with everyday tasks like planning dates, but he’ll always try his best for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

logan has some bad habits, like his tendency to shut down emotionally when things get tough. he also has a bit of a drinking problem, especially when he’s dealing with his past. he doesn’t always communicate well, which can lead to misunderstandings.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

logan isn’t overly concerned with his looks. he’s confident in his rugged appearance and doesn’t spend much time worrying about it. he cares more about being physically fit and capable than about how he looks, though he does appreciate it when you compliment him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

logan has lived a long, often lonely life, so he would definitely feel incomplete without you. you bring a sense of peace and grounding to his chaotic world, making him feel whole in a way he hasn’t in a long time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

logan has a habit of collecting small, seemingly insignificant items that remind him of you. he might keep a small trinket or mementos from a date with you, tucked away somewhere safe where he can look at it whenever he needs a reminder of the good things in his life.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

logan has a strong dislike for dishonesty and manipulation. he’s had too much of that in his life, and he values honesty and straightforwardness.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

logan is a light sleeper, always on alert even when he’s resting. he’ll often wake up during the night to check on you, making sure everything’s okay. when he does sleep deeply, it’s usually because he feels completely safe with you by his side.

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ it's a gift (you keep those) ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — deadpool & wolverine

╰₊✧ giving him a plushie that reminded you of him┊1k words

contains: fluff, crushes, probably ooc but he’s so cute & wade is hard to write for, written for dp&w logan so idk if he got gifts in xmen, i forgot about laura, they are in touch and have a wonderful father-daughter relationship, i’m so sorry, edited

➤ author's note: i have so many thoughts but too incompetent to write

logan’s never sure who will appear when he opens the door as wade’s quite the extrovert, either vanessa or one of his many other friends whom he’s now become somewhat acquainted with, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet the familiar eyes of the cute neighbor who lived a few doors down. he nervously scratched the back of his head, suddenly becoming aware of his shabby appearance, “uh, are you looking for wade?”

“no, i was actually looking for you!” god, your smile is so bright, it’s blinding. he normally hates perfume of any sort as it’s so overpowering to his heightened senses, but the one that you wore smelled so lovely like always. is that a new shade of lip gloss you’re wearing? it really suits you. (why on earth is he noticing all of these details out of the blue? he needs to snap out of whatever spell you put on him after being introduced when he first showed up and only interacting in passing since then).

“looking for me?” he repeated, in disbelief, trying his best not to allow his surprise to slip into his voice. considering he isn’t from this dimension and not the most agreeable person to be around, he had no friends of his own yet and hasn’t been visited by anyone since he got here. a beat of panic struck him, thinking that he was in trouble for something and you came to complain. he really couldn’t think of any other reason you were here for him even though you were so cheerful.

you were carrying some shopping bags with you, dropping them on the ground before reaching into one and pulling out a large fuzzy plushie of a gray cat hidden under layers of glittery tissue paper, “i saw this cutie when i went shopping with my friends and thought it looked like you!” you held it out for him to take, looking so proud of the stuffed animal.

he hesitated for a second before accepting it, trying to take in the fact that you were reminded of him in your day-to-day life. it made his heart flutter, and he found himself dumbfounded by the feeling. he was frequently teased by his roomate about his little “crush” on you, claiming that it was oh so obvious and that the sooner he accepted it, the better, but he never realized until now how pathetic he was when it came to you. was the wolverine really getting butterflies like a fucking schoolgirl in his old-ass age? thank god no one was home right now to bully him about it, he would never hear the end of it.

“it does not look like me,” he scoffed playfully after a quick examination.

“no, it definitely does! it’s a big, grumpy kitty—” you took a set closer to hold it with him, pointing at all the similarities you observed, although it was clear you were exaggerating for laughs. “see the little frowny face and ears? it could be your identical twin separated from birth! willy mentioned that you act like a cat most of the time, and i think it fits perfectly!”

the smile he didn’t realize was plastered on his face faltered at the last piece of information, grateful that you didn’t notice. that idiot has been talking about him to you? he might as well forget about any chance of getting with you, because knowing how he yaps without a filter and loves to play matchmaker, you probably think he’s a freak of some sort. “only good things, i hope…”

you giggled, the sweetest sound he ever heard. “of course, he’s really fond of you… well, maybe a bit too fond, but you already know about that!” you opened your mouth to continue the conversation or say something else, but your phone started ringing and you excused yourself, looking a little shy as you grabbed up your bags. “i’ll talk to you later!” you sounded so excited about the prospect of it before leaving, your voice and footsteps becoming fainter as you walked back to your place.

“wait, you didn’t take back the cat—”

“it’s a gift! you keep those!”

“oh… right…”

he lingered for a moment, unable to say much in response since you left in such a rush. when was the last time someone gave him a present? staring at this brand new item, he still couldn’t see the resemblance in any way, but knowing that it was a gift from you gave him a rare feeling of happiness which returned every time he looked at it from then on among his few possessions. 

“oh my goodness, what is this adorable thing?!” wade exclaimed when he saw it sitting on the couch where logan slept, picking it up to gawk at before tossing it up in the air and catching it before it hit the floor. “ooh, let me guess, it’s a gift from her, isn’t it?” 

the mutant groaned at his mocking tone. “put it down before you ruin it with your grubby hands,” he commanded, snatching it from his grasp (rough enough to make his point clear, but carefully enough not to tear it apart). his roommate didn’t even bother pretending to be offended like he usually would as he was simply overjoyed that his “ship” was coming true. “it doesn’t mean anything, don’t make it weird.”

“it doesn’t mean anything?! how can you say that when it’s going to be the first gift you give to your first child together—”

“first what??”

“nevermind, what are you gonna name it?”

“i have to name it?”

“have you never owned a stuffed animal before? you have to name it! how heartbroken is she going to be when she asks what you named it and you say that you haven’t done that?! she’s gonna think that you don’t value her gifts!” you would think the world was going to end if he didn’t do so if you heard the way he was speaking.

“fine, i’ll name it…” he looked deeply into the toy’s soulless eyes, noting how soft the outer material was against his calloused hand, “... fluffy…”

“that’s such a shitty name—”

“shut the fuck up, it’s been decided.”

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paring! cagefighter!logan howlett x mutant!gn!reader w/c! 3.8k summary! instead of rogue finding logan at the cage fighting ring, you do. and the car never crashes because i say so. warnings! fighting, one gun mention, heavily based on how rogue first meets logan in the xmen (2000) film, reader is in their early 20s, one use of y/n, ambiguous ending kinda, the flirting is hella subtle an! this was fun to make. hope u guys like :))

“Is this it?” You questioned the taxi driver, the bright street lights that illuminated the parking lot blinding you briefly. The man hummed back in acknowledgment, impatiently tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as you grabbed your backpack and slid out of the cab. He drove off the second you closed the door, his tires screeching against the pavement and gaining the attention of the few bikers outside. You kept your eyes glued to the ground as you made your way into the old barnhouse. You could hear muffled grunts and cheers through the metal walls, the sounds only echoing louder as you stepped inside.

The interior was covered with animal furs, random abandoned architecture, and a metal fighting ring in the center. There were bikers, mercenaries, hunters, and hillbillies filling every corner of the room as you make your way to the center, your eyes glued onto the hunched man in the corner.

His barren back shined against the cheap fluorescent lights as smoke rose from where he was standing, crashing and wrapping around the sides of his head as it tried to find its way to the sky. A bell rang loudly as a skinny man with a red plaid shirt gets dragged out of the ring, his head hung in defeat. You couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight, your eyes drifting back to the mysterious man leaning against the corner of the fighting ring.

“Gentleman,” the round, bearded man called through the microphone. “Personally, I never seen anything like that. Have you?” He gestured the microphone to the crowd with a lopsided grin, a roar of agreeance and beer-fueled rage from the audience nearly popping your eardrums. “That's what I like to hear!” He yelled into the mic, the last few words becoming a growl as his excitement seethed through him.

“Now,” He held out his hand to signal the crowd to quiet down, and they did. “Are you just gonna let this man walk away with your money?” He points his finger at the man puffing away, his hand shaking slightly as he tries to rile the audience up. They roar in response, many men throwing their cans up into the air and pushing through the crowd to kiss the metal fence wrapped around the ring.

“I’ll fight him!” A man yelled, throwing his handful of jackets off and racing towards the ring. The announcer chuckled in to the mic, picking up the man's fist and letting the audience roar in response. The bell rang three times and the announcer shuffled off the stage with extreme haste as the man eagerly ran to kick the shirtless brunette in the base of the spine. He growled in response, his body crashing into the metal fence before the man threw punch after punch into his jaw.

The drunken man grinned at how the record-breaker knelt over himself, holding his stomach with his free hand as the other held him up. The man kicked his ribs as hard as he could, his grin widening as the brunette finally attempted to stand. You watched as the shirtless man grunted and slowly picked himself up, his eyes full of fury. He balled his hands into fists and stared the drunken man down. He decides to throw another punch, his body tumbling backward after the brunette's fist meets his. He looks down at the drunk with a scowl, his fist connecting to the man's face before he could even stand up. His back hit the metal fence of the ring, his body wandering forward before a head-butt knocked him down on his back.

The bell rang three times again, naming the brunette the victor once again. You watched in awe as he gave him a final kick, slowly making his way back into the corner so he could drink another shot of scotch and take another hit from his cigar.

“Tonight's winner, and still king of the cage,” The announcer yelled through the mic, slowly making his way inside the ring once more. “Wolverine!” He exclaimed, the crowd roaring in applause.

Watching the 'Wolverine' down a man with such ease and haste made your heart beat quicken if you were honest with yourself. There was no way in hell that he was that strong without something else going on, even if it's a mutation or not. A part of you was curious as to what made him so sturdy, and another part of you yearning to have that sturdiness somewhat guide you to something better than hopping bench-to-bench.

Ever since that mutant registry bill got handed to the senate, you’ve been anxiously bouncing from city to city to find someone who will hopefully give you a ride and take you to the next one. While also trying to stay on the move, you’ve been trying to keep your eyes peeled for anyone who seemed mutated like you. After all, if there were others like you, there had to be a safe haven for them somewhere. There had to be.

You swallowed your nerves and pushed through the crowd to make it to the ‘Wolverine’s’ side of the ring, your eyes briefly meeting his as you made your way closer and closer. As you eventually walked directly in front of him, his eyes bore into you as you tried to come up with something to say. He was standing about two feet above you, the fighting ring elevated onto a stage, making the height difference between you two even more drastic.

“Whaddya want, kid?” He growled, biting down on his cigar as his eyes subtly examined you. You swallowed once more, your nerves making your heart pound out your chest, and finally uttered something to make this exchange worthwhile.

“Can I, uh, buy you a drink? To celebrate your victory?” You asked, your cheeks flushing slightly as your piss-poor attempt to have a proper conversation with him seeming more like you wanting to suck his face.

His eyes met yours as you uttered the question, a perked brow and soft scowl repaying you. He stayed silent momentarily, taking a puff of his cigar before responding. “Sure. Order me a beer.” He replied simply, turning away from you as he slowly made his way outside of the ring. You bit back a grin as you rushed your way around the stage, your eyes scanning for the bar.

You finally found it and slipped into the nearest available stool. You could feel the bartender's eyes scan you as he made his way to your corner of the bar. You took in a deep breath as you prepared yourself for the man's standard questioning of newbies. Instead, he walked up in front of you with a wide grin and asked you what you would like. You told him you’d just like water and watched as he nodded and left to fulfill your request, your focus quickly diverting to search for the ‘Wolverine’ you were itching to talk to.

You waited thirty minutes, then an hour, and then two. You had sat there long enough for a handful of drunks to begin to snore on the booths and for the owners to begin counting their earnings for the night. You didn’t have anywhere else to go, anyways. A part of you was waiting for the Wolverine so he could give you a possible ride, yes, but the way he could down a man to his knees with just a few punches intrigued you. Maybe he was the lead you were searching for.

Finally, after what seemed like years, the gruff man took a seat beside you. He tapped the bar with his pointer finger and clicked his tongue, seemingly impatiently waiting for you to speak first as if he hadn’t left you hanging there for hours.

“Sorry, kid,” He began, the apology sounding bizarre coming off of his tongue. He coughed into his fist before continuing, refusing to look you in the eye. “I thought you were jokin’ me.” You stared down at the bar counter as you tried to come up with something to say that didn't sound too eager, too desperate, or too unforgiving.

“Do most girls tease you with a drink?” You questioned, leaning against the bar as you slowly raised your gaze to meet his. Maybe a flirt or two will get him chattier, you thought. He smiled softly and shook his head, still staring down at the counter. “Most girls don’t offer me one,” He corrected, glancing at you through the corner of his eye for just a moment.

You softly chuckled and smiled weakly, trying to avoid looking at him as much as he was doing you. “I oddly don't believe that.” You half-joked, struggling to keep your eyes off of him as the leather jacket against his faded jeans and plaid button-up made him look almost half as good as he did in the ring. You pushed down your risqué thoughts and tried to direct the conversation to something else to avoid flustering yourself.

“I actually didn’t offer you a drink just to flirt,” You begin, turning slightly on the stool so your body is facing him. You began to nervously pick at invisible dirt on the bar counter, slowly and carefully building the question in your mind. “I wanted to ask if…” Your eyes drifted from him to the drunken man he fought earlier, an angry scowl poisoning his features as he stood behind Wolverine with balled fists.

He impatiently tapped his shoulder, his brows furrowing deeper into his forehead as he spoke. “You owe me some money,” He grumbled, staring daggers into the brunette as the man peeked over his shoulder. His friend gently grabbed his arm, attempting to pull him away, but he ripped his arm free. “No man can take a beating like that with no marks to show for it.” Wolverine faced forward, taking another puff off of his cigar as he blatantly ignored the man.

The man’s scowl deepened, a frown bleeding over his features as he leaned into Wolverine’s ear. “I know what you are, do they?” he whispered, his eyes meeting yours for a moment. You swallowed hard at his words, helplessly watching as Wolverine gripped his cigar tighter, obviously fighting to give in to some kind of urge.

“You lost your money,” the brunette barked, only glancing at the man over his shoulder. “Keep this up, and you're losing something else.” He growled, tapping the ash off of his cigar as the drunken man’s friend attempted to pull him away again. You watched as the man pulled out a pocket knife from his jacket sleeve, your mouth opening to warn the brunette before you could fully process the moment.

“Watch out!” You screamed, the brunette turning in a second and pinning the drunken man to the wall. He had his fist hovering in front of his face, two long metal claws pressing into the sides of the man’s neck. The breath was stolen out of your lungs as you watched the third one slowly slide out his knuckles, hovering just centimeters above his jugular.

The bartender slowly took the shotgun from underneath the bar and aimed it at the base of Wolverine’s skull, the tip shaking slightly as the man spoke. “Get out my bar, freak,” He spat, his fingers only gripping the firearm tighter as he waited for the mutant to respond.

You couldn't help but gasp as he quickly turned and sliced the shotgun’s barrel in half, the gunpowder spilling onto the wooden flooring below. His eyes bounced between the drunken man, you, and the bartender before he dropped his hands to his sides, the claws slowly retracting back into his knuckles. You couldn't help but feel a bit giddy, the reward of trusting your gut being the strongest cage fighter around here that, coincidentally, had legitimate metal claws.

He grunted at the men before stomping off, not even glancing at you as he walked past. You awkwardly looked around the room, considering the options in your head, before blindly following him outside of the farmhouse. You watched as he hopped into his truck camper’s driver's seat, the car shaking slightly as he sat down. You quickly rushed out of the building and walked to his car, your hand hovering over the passenger side window as you considered if you should truly ask for this man’s protection.

He glanced at you for a moment, seemingly ignoring you, before his eyes flew up to meet yours once again. You watched as he subtly rolled his eyes before leaning over and opening the passenger side door, holding it open and simultaneously blocking you from getting in as he waited for you to explain yourself.

“Well, uh,” You began, your fingers weakly fiddling with the shoulder strap of your backpack as you tried to formulate a sentence. “That drunk cut me off, I was wondering if I could catch a ride and continue with what I was trying to say.” You fiddled with the strap as you anxiously awaited his answer, your nerves making your head and fingertips buzz with eagerness. He quickly glanced at the road in front of him, as if he was measuring how far he would take you, before subtly nodding. You couldn't hide the wide grin that slid onto your face as you hopped into the passenger seat, placing your backpack between your feet before securing your seatbelt.

He slowly started up the truck and began heading down the lonely road.

“Where to?” He grumbled, glancing at you through the corner of his eye as he waited for you to respond. “The nearest train station around.” You answered awkwardly while shrugging subtly, your response being the same answer you’ve told the last eight people who’ve driven you around a handful of states. He nodded slowly, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel as he stared at the road ahead.

“What I was going to say was that I needed a ride, so thank you,” You began, diverting your eyes from his the best you could. “But… I wanted to know if you were like me. And you are.” You could see him glance at you through the corner of his eye, his brow perking in intrigue.

“And what would that be?” He asked, keeping his eyes glued to the road as he awaited your answer. You stammered for a moment, wondering if there was a kinder name for it, but you eventually gave up and ended up calling it what it is.

“Mutants. You have… claws, and I can make people see stuff.” The man glanced at you once more, staying silent as he processed your words. “Make people see stuff how?” You awkwardly laughed before softly presenting your abilities, creating a fly that circles around the brunette’s head over and over. He lazily swiped at his ears, glancing at you before he realized it was your doing. “Ah,” he hummed, nodding softly as you dissipated the illusion.

“It’s more than flies, obviously,” You smiled sheepishly as you spoke, nervously rubbing your hands together to gather some kind of warmth against the chill winter air. “Is your… thing more than just claws?” You asked, glancing at the man briefly before tearing your eyes from him, a part of you scared to get caught staring.

“Uh, not really,” He mumbled, tightening his grip on the wheel ever so slightly. “I can heal pretty well. That's ‘bout it.” You laughed softly at his answer, not taking it completely seriously. “I don't think that's much of a superpower,” You grinned, staring at the brunette softly. He glanced at you through the corner of his eye, his expression unchanging.

“There's nothing super ‘bout it. Dunno who told you that.” You stared at him for a moment, his words slowly sinking in. Did he not like his mutation? Was it some kind of burden to him? Your eyes slowly drifted down to his knuckles, subtle scars lying where his claws would protrude from.

“When you use your claws, does it hurt?” You murmured, almost accidentally, as your eyes carefully studied his hands and wrists for any explanation of how his mutation worked. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel after you spoke, avoiding your lingering gaze as he kept driving.

“Every time.” He answered dryly, keeping his responses short as he tried to keep his focus directed onto the road ahead. Your eyes drifted up to meet his once again, your gaze slowly scanning his features and expression as you searched for any answers that could've been spotted with just a careful eye. Of course, you were fruitless.

His eyes finally left the road to glance down at your trembling hands, his calloused fingertips reaching for your wrist before he spoke. “Put your hands on the heater,” He mumbled, bringing your hands against the dashboard. “It’ll help.” He met your eyes briefly before staring down the road once more.

His touch felt almost electric, the feeling of physical touch after being starved of it for weeks feeling almost intoxicating at first. You quickly composed yourself, your focus being absorbed by the dashboard as the engine and the heater radiated warmth through your body.

After a few long moments of the car rumbling and bouncing around because of the bumpy road, your eyes eventually drifted to the dog tags that just barely dangled outside of his button-up shirt. The name “Wolverine” was pressed into the metal, a mouthful of numbers listed below it.

“Is ‘Wolverine’ really your name?” You asked, hoping the words didn't come off as judgemental as they seemed. He shook his head softly, subtly shoving the necklace into his shirt, attempting to keep it out of view. “No.” He stated flatly, glancing at you briefly before continuing. “It's Logan.” Your eyes flew up to meet his, the drop of openness feeling like a tidal wave from such a gruff person like him.

“Mine’s Y/N.” You couldn't help but smile as you told him your name, your chest warming at the simple exchange between you two. He nodded slowly at your response, a small smile slipping onto his face.

“What’re you doing around here, anyways? You stuck out like a sore thumb back there.” He gestured his head back to the cage fighting ring, turning to face you briefly before focusing back on the road. You diverted your eyes from him as you tried to come up with an answer, your words becoming lost to you as you failed to rationalize the truth, even to yourself. How could you tell him that you've been homeless for weeks in fear of what the mutant registry would do to you and force your family to do? He would probably laugh and kick you out of the car, telling you to sleep the paranoia off and take the nearest bus home.

"It's stupid," you murmured, staring out the passenger side window to avoid even getting a glance at his expression. He hummed in response, staying silent for a moment or two before speaking up.

"Are you runnin'?" He asked, turning to look you in the eye for a second only for you to be looking in the opposite direction. You laughed softly, slowly shaking your head. "Something like that."

The car stayed silent for a few more moments, the sound of the wind beating against the truck and the wheels bouncing against the snow-covered asphalt creating an almost comforting atmosphere in the vehicle.

As you stared down the road ahead, deep in thought, you rolled around your options in your head. You could stay silent until he dropped you off, or keep giving him shreds of who you are, hopefully kindling some kind of friendship. You swallowed down your nerves before speaking up, your mouth talking before your mind can.

"I was scared of hurting my family. Or the mutant registry thing hurting them instead. So... I just ran. Blindly." The choice sounded even stupider as you said it aloud, the reality of your choices slowly sinking in. You were homeless and constantly on the move because of a hunch, because of a fear. You could tell Logan agreed with the way he grinned softly, a chuckle slipping from his lips.

"You weren't kidding." He replied simply, glancing at you through the corner of his eye as he spoke. You stared down at your hands that rested in your lap, so many feelings of frustration, guilt, and fear swirling inside of your gut all at once. You were truly and utterly stupid. There was no denying that anymore.

You got lost in your thoughts as you tried to come up with any other options you could've chosen other than packing a bag and hopping city-to-city until you could find some kind of home for mutants. You could've been honest with your parents and used your brain for longer than half an hour before fleeing home and jumping onto the nearest train heading north. You could've tried to act normal until the mutant registry got put into place, constantly watching yourself so you don't expose your mutation to the public.

"Hey, kid," Logan called, gently tapping your hands that still desperately clasped the heated leather of the dashboard. You blinked multiple times before turning to face him, completely snapped out of your trance. "You did what you thought was right at the time. Don't beat yourself over it." He glanced at you between every few words, trying his best to maintain his focus on the road while also trying to make his words sound as genuine as possible.

"I just..." You murmured, your eyes diverting from his as you spoke. "I feel like a coward." Your eyes slowly filled with tears as you tried to find your words, your heart squeezing tighter and tighter with every second that went by.

"Hey..." Logan mumbled, his hand planting itself onto your thigh. He comfortingly tapped the skin before gripping the steering wheel once more, the gentle touch sending shivers throughout your body. "Don't think that way." He assured, gripping the wheel tighter as you failed to respond.

The sudden touch, the thoughts racing through your mind, and the way exhaustion washed over you in waves made processing this all so difficult. You stole a glance at him before humming in acknowledgment, subtly adjusting yourself in the passenger seat as you attempted to get comfortable. You could feel him stare at you through the corner of his eye, carefully watching as you curled up into the seat and fluttered your eyes shut. He smiled softly at the sight, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel as he focused back on the road ahead.

"I'm just gonna..." You murmured, your lips hanging open as exhaustion dragged you down to sleep before you could even fight back. Logan just softly laughed, shaking his head as he glanced to witness your snoring body.

"You do that," he mumbled, trying his best to keep his voice low enough to not startle you awake. He couldn't help but grin as he replayed the entire conversation over in his head, the kid's bravery and determination intriguing him. The way they cowered into themselves made his stomach churn, however, an urge to carefully watch over them roaring over any other thought. He wondered how long you have been on the move and how you've managed to stay brave enough to not run back home the second you got the urge to.

If he had somewhere to go home to, especially a family, he'd run back the moment he could - even with this mutant registry bill being wedged into the law.

He had to admit, you intrigued him in a way no one has before. Well, that's until a man with a visor over his eyes and a woman with ice-white hair stood in the center of the road and stared the car down.

rushed ending lowk, i was getting bored of writing this 😭😭 i hope it was still enjoyable!!!

hi angel, are you doing okay? <3

I hope you're doing okay angel, ily 💗

can I request some Daryl Dixon fluff please? maybe something like, wounded Daryl comes across the reader in the forest and passes out at her cabin's door. She brings him inside and treats his wounds, she lets him rest in her cute small bed. I'll let you write the rest <3

thank you angel - lily <3

I'm getting there, all your kind words are making me cry, but I'll be fine love, thank you<3 ily more🎀

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"ah fuck!" daryl grunts out holding his side. a arrow hit him when he was trying to take out these men.

he was out on a walk just to think, maybe hunt and find something to bring back to alexandria but he ran into these assholes.

he got hit, and now he's bleeding out and lazily taking out walkers trying to find his way back home.

he comes across this house though, but it looks lived in. he sits on the porch for a second and then he feels tired so all of a sudden he falls over and he's out like a light.

you were cooking when you heard a thump outside. scared you flinch and gasp quickly grabbing a kitchen knife.

you slowly tiptoe outside and make your way towards the door. you cautiously check all the windows and then unlock and open the door.

you gasp when you see the big brute of the man laying on your porch with blood everywhere.

"oh my god!" you drop the knife and run over to him quickly. you bend down next to him and check his wounds.

"it's too dangerous out here, let's get you inside." you say trying to communicate with the unconscious man.

you drag him inside with whatever strength you seemed to conjure up and rested him on your couch.

you run to the bathroom and get some medical supplies you've found or stolen(killed to get.)

you lift his shirt and pry off his vest. your treat the scar that has now formed on his skin. you stitch him up until he's good as new.

you smile at your work and clean up the blood of your hands and the bloody wipes.

your boiling some warm water when you hear grunting. you look over and find the strange man waking up.

"oh no no, don't move the stitches might break, p-please stay down. here, come to my room. c-can you walk sir?" you ask him trying to get him to get used to your presence.

"where the hell am I? who are ya?" he says gruffly with a accusing tone.

"i'm the girl that saved you from being walker dinner, so please just hold onto me and lemme help you, ok?" you say sweetly as you smile at him.

He grunts and let's you carry him to your room. your room is green and full of little daisys all around the room on the wallpaper.

you have little jellyfish hug on strings from the ceiling and little plushies and stuffed animals littered on your bed.

"here, lay down while I make you some tea ok?" you smile and let him lay down.

you quickly rush out and get the tea bag and put it in the cup.

you come back to the room with the tea all brewed and serve it to him.

the tea is in a cute little teacup that is placed on a plate with a side of little biscuts.

"here, bon appetit! enjoy." you say placing it on the nightstand next to him.

you sit down on the far side of the bed while you watch him scarf down the biscuits and slowly sip the tea while making eye contact with you.

"so, what's your name sir?" you ask, fiddling with your bed comforter. he looks at you and you swear you could see a tiny sideways smile.

"mhm, daryl ma'am. what's yours sunshine?" he rasps. you smile at the nickname and chuckle.

"y/n, my names y/n. nice to meet you daryl."