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______________________________________________________________ GIF IS NOT MINE AN: I used the internet for all Spanish words and phrases, so bear with any mistakes and correct me if needed. I wanted to make this a bit more authentic. Word Count: 1,634 Warnings: A bit of swearing in English and in Spanish (via translator), a tiny bit of spice in the end but nothing graphic Summary:  It was a mystery to most of your anger was part of your fiery mutation or your Latin-American upbringing. Either way you were force to recon with. Requested by @thefandomdiaries07 Requests are open                ______________________________________________________________ The Jet barely touched the ground, ramp just barely kissing the floor underneath as you jumped out of it. Face pulled into a snarl and Rogue who had impatiently waited for the return of you and your group stopped after she had taken one step in your direction. She knew you long enough to see when you were angry and when you were angry you were unapproachable. Many had first hand experience on it, Rogue included. It was a mystery to most of your anger was part of your fiery mutation or your Latin-American upbringing. Either way you were force to recon with. “What happened this time?” Rogue asked as you pushed passed her and you stopped dead in your tracks before swirling around, the fire literally burning in your eyes. “Ask this pinche estupido (fucking idiot).” With a finger she pointed to the Wolverine who just happened to exit the jet just as pissed as you seemed to be. “Don’t give me that look, firecracker!” he shouted at her as he got closer. Rogue didn’t need to hear any more as she pushed between them before the situation could escalate. She placed a gloved hand on each of their shoulders to stop them from getting closer. “How about we take a nice little walk (Y/N). I need to tell you what happened when you were gone.”

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(English isn’t my first language)

Hey bub! I was going to ask for a Logan x fem!mutant!oc age gap scenario like where he found her in a mission (she would be around 17-18 y.o back then) and the X-men decided to take her to the school. Logan became her mentor, practically raised her and she has been so good to him. One night she comes into his room because she is having nightmares, he lets her sleep there and regrets it after accidentally almost killing her with his claws when he was having another night terror. She gets into a coma for a month and when she wakes up she sees that he is gone without a goodbye or a note. Two years passes and he didn’t communicate with her or anyone else during the time. And he comes back home. She is a brat who is demanding answers, not like the good girl he left behind, he gets mad too and they fight. Seeing she had grown up into a young beautiful woman in her first twenties, Logan starts to feel something else for her but he doesn’t wanna ruin her because she is too young. He is also aware of her little crush on him she held for a long time.

(If there is something in this scenario making you uncomfortable I’m so sorry for that and you can just ignore this.)

When the Dust Settles (warnings: grooming)

Summary: Logan rescues a young mutant and becomes her mentor, but after a tragic accident, he leaves without a word. Two years later, he returns, only to face the fierce young woman she has become and the unresolved tension between them.

Logan’s team approached the dilapidated warehouse, their footsteps muffled by the heavy rain. The mission briefing had hinted at a secret lab dealing in illegal mutant experimentation, but nothing could have prepared them for the chaos that awaited inside.

The warehouse was dimly lit, its vast interior filled with the hum of machinery and the hiss of steam. Logan, leading the charge, signaled for his team to spread out. They moved cautiously, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of the target.

Suddenly, the sound of shouting and the crackle of electricity echoed through the building. Logan quickened his pace, his senses heightened. They turned a corner and found themselves facing a scene of turmoil.

A young mutant girl, barely more than seventeen, was restrained by armed guards. Her powers were out of control—electricity arced from her hands, and her eyes glowed with a fierce light. The guards, terrified and struggling, tried in vain to subdue her with energy restraints and tranquilizers, but nothing seemed to work.

“Get back!” Logan ordered, his voice cutting through the noise. He sprang into action, claws extended, his anger boiling. He charged at the guards, dispatching them with quick, precise strikes.

The girl’s eyes locked onto him, a mix of fear and desperation in her gaze. “Help me!” she cried, her voice strained.

Logan moved swiftly to her side, carefully avoiding the dangerous arcs of electricity. “I’m here,” he said, trying to keep his tone calm. “You’re safe now.”

He reached her, using his claws to slice through her restraints. As soon as she was free, she collapsed against him, her energy spent. Logan scooped her up, his protective instincts kicking in.

“Let’s get her out of here,” he instructed his team, who were already securing the area. They moved quickly, navigating their way back through the warehouse, the girl’s breathing shallow and labored against Logan’s chest.

Back at the X-Men’s base, the girl was taken to the infirmary. Logan stayed by her side, his concern palpable as doctors worked to stabilize her. The power surge had left her exhausted and injured, but she was safe for now.

In the days that followed, Logan became her anchor, guiding her through her new life with the X-Men. Their bond grew stronger, and he took on the role of mentor and protector, helping her harness her powers and navigate the complexities of her new world.

As the sun began to set one evening, Logan and the girl finished a grueling training session. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, and the air was filled with the faint scent of the forest. Logan wiped his brow with the back of his hand and grinned at her, his pride evident.

“You’re improving, kid. Keep it up,” he said, his voice rough but warm.

The girl, her hair sticking to her face, smiled back, her exhaustion giving way to a sense of accomplishment. “Thanks, Logan. I couldn’t have done it without your help.”

Logan chuckled and ruffled her hair affectionately. “Just don’t let it go to your head. We’ve still got a lot to work on.”

They walked back to the mansion together, their easy camaraderie evident in their playful banter. Logan felt a rare sense of contentment as he watched her, knowing he was helping her find her strength and confidence.

One evening, after a particularly tough day, Logan invited the girl to join him for a movie night in the common room. He’d set up a cozy spot with blankets and snacks, determined to give her a break from training and responsibilities.

As they settled in, the girl looked at the setup with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. “I didn’t know you had a soft side.”

Logan shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. “Everyone needs a break now and then. Besides, you’ve been working hard. Thought you deserved a little downtime.”

They watched a classic film, and as the night wore on, Logan noticed the girl snuggling closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder. He shifted slightly to make her more comfortable, feeling a warmth in his chest as she sighed contentedly.

One rainy afternoon, the girl was feeling particularly down. She had been struggling with controlling her powers and was frustrated by her lack of progress. Logan found her sitting alone on the edge of the training grounds, her shoulders slumped.

He sat down beside her and placed a comforting hand on her back. “You’re doing great. It’s okay to have off days. Even the best have them.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “I feel like I’m failing.”

Logan shook his head and gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “You’re not failing. You’re learning, and learning takes time. Just remember, you’re not alone in this.”

She leaned into him, finding solace in his steady presence. Logan wrapped an arm around her, his touch reassuring. “We’ll get through this together,” he promised, his voice firm but gentle.

On her birthday, Logan decided to do something special for her. He organized a small surprise party with a few close friends and decorated the common room with colorful streamers and balloons.

When she walked in, her eyes widened in surprise. “Logan, you did all this for me?”

He shrugged, trying to hide his own smile. “Figured you deserved a celebration. Besides, you’re pretty important to us.”

They spent the evening laughing, eating cake, and playing games. As the party wound down, Logan handed her a small wrapped gift. “Happy Birthday,” he said, his voice soft.

She opened the gift to find a locket with a picture of the two of them training together. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Logan. This means a lot.”

Logan patted her back, his own emotions barely contained. “You’re welcome. You’re family now.”

As time passed, their relationship deepened, but Logan remained haunted by the memory of the chaos and the girl’s frightened eyes. The guilt of the mission and the responsibility he felt for her well-being weighed heavily on him.

One night, the girl, now a young woman in her early twenties, came to Logan’s room, trembling from a nightmare. Despite his reservations, Logan allowed her to stay, letting her sleep beside him for comfort. However, his own nightmares and night terrors soon became a danger to her. In his restless state, he accidentally extended his claws, grazing her in a moment of panic.

When he awoke and saw her injured, his heart sank. She was rushed back to the infirmary, and Logan was left to grapple with the consequences of his actions. The girl fell into a coma, and as days turned into weeks, Logan’s guilt and regret festered.

A month later, she awoke to an empty room. Logan had vanished without a word, leaving no explanation for his departure. The girl, now deeply hurt and confused, threw herself into her training, her grief transforming into a fierce determination.

Two years later, Logan returned, his absence marked by an unsettling silence. He found her transformed—strong, assertive, and no longer the timid girl he had left behind. Their reunion was fraught with tension and unresolved emotions.

“Why did you leave?” she demanded, her voice echoing with pain and anger. “Didn’t I mean anything to you?”

Logan’s face twisted with guilt. “You did. I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what?” she interrupted, her eyes flashing with hurt. “To leave me without a word? To hurt me?”

Logan’s frustration boiled over. “I was trying to protect you! I didn’t know how to fix what I’d done. I needed time to figure things out.”

“Time? You took two years!” she shouted. “You could’ve at least left a note or something. Instead, you just disappeared. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”

Logan’s voice was a growl now. “I was a mess! I couldn’t face you after what happened. I thought it was better if I stayed away until I could deal with my own demons.”

She glared at him, tears streaming down her face. “You think running away was the answer? You left me alone to deal with everything by myself, and now you come back expecting things to be the same?”

Logan tried to reach for her, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. “I know I messed up. I’m sorry. But seeing you like this, so strong and different—”

She jerked away from him. “Different? You mean I’m not the same scared kid you left behind? Maybe I grew up because I had no choice but to. But don’t you dare think that makes what you did okay.”

Their argument escalated, exposing old wounds and unspoken feelings. Logan struggled with his growing attraction to her, torn between his feelings and the fear of acting on them. He was painfully aware of the crush she had harbored for him, but the age difference and his own insecurities clouded his judgment.

As they navigated their fraught relationship, both Logan and the girl had to confront their past and face the future with the uncertainty of their new dynamic. The path forward would be complex, but their journey was just beginning.

Request are Wide open! Feel free to ask for Almost ANYTHING!

Kinktober Day6-Bondage

Summary: You tie Logan down.(idk if it counts as edging)

The training room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, but the atmosphere was thick with tension.

Logan stood in the center, a figure of raw strength, bound by heavy chains that glimmered in the soft light. The metal cuffs encircled his wrists, anchoring him to the steel post behind him. Despite his formidable presence, there was an undeniable vulnerability about him as he looked at you, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of annoyance and intrigue.

"Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to have some fun?" he challenged, his voice a low rumble, almost daring you to make a move. The defiance in his tone only fueled your excitement.

You stepped closer, your heart racing as you brushed your fingers against the cool metal of the chains, watching his muscles tense beneath his tank top. "I thought you liked being at my mercy," you replied, a teasing lilt in your voice.

"Only if you know what to do with it," he shot back, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he were fighting back a smile.

You took a moment to enjoy the sight of him-powerful, rugged, and undeniably sexy, even when restrained. "Oh, I know exactly what to do," you purred, letting your fingers glide down his arm, tracing the contours of his bicep. He shivered at your touch, the tension between you crackling like electricity in the air.

As you moved closer, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear.

"You're going to let me take control tonight. Just relax and trust me." You pulled back slightly, searching his gaze for any sign of hesitation, but instead, you found a fierce hunger.

"Trust? That's a dangerous game," he murmured, but the way he leaned into your touch told you all you needed to know.

You grabbed the chain connected to his wrist, giving it a gentle tug. "I'm counting on it," you whispered. With a deft motion, you moved behind him, the chains rattling softly as you secured his other wrist to the post, locking him into place. His muscles flexed against the restraints, a growl escaping his lips as he felt the weight of the bondage sink in.

"Now, let's see how much you can handle," you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. Logan was at your mercy, the once-unbreakable Wolverine now bound and awaiting your every command.

You moved in front of him, kneeling to level your gaze. "Are you ready for this?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

"Just don't take too long," he shot back, his bravado clashing with the vulnerability of his situation.

With a mischievous grin, you took your time, trailing your hands over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingers. You pressed soft kisses against his collarbone, eliciting a deep, throaty growl from him that made your pulse quicken.

"Don't think you can just tease me," he warned, though the heat in his eyes betrayed his excitement. "You know I'll get out of these chains if you push me too far."

You smiled, your breath hitching with anticipation. "That's the fun part, isn't it? Seeing how far I can push you?"

You began to explore further, your hands moving dangerously close to his waistband, but just as you were about to touch him, you pulled back, teasingly watching his face twist with frustration.

"Not yet," you whispered, enjoying the sight of him struggling against his bonds, muscles straining, eyes wild with desire.

"Damn it," he growled, trying to rein in the rising tide of need within him. "You can't just leave me hanging like this." His voice was strained, caught between the thrill of bondage and the overwhelming urge to let go.

With every teasing caress, you felt him inching closer to the edge, his breath quickening as you toyed with his restraint. "Let's see how long you can hold out," you taunted, moving back slightly to give him space but keeping your gaze locked on his.

"Please," he panted, the word slipping from his lips like a prayer. "I can't take much more of this."

"You can," you countered, reveling in his torment. "I want to see you fight it, Logan. I want to see you struggle to hold back."

His muscles twitched beneath the chains, each pulse a reminder of his arousal as he fought against the primal urge to let go. "You're playing a dangerous game," he growled, his voice thick with need.

"Maybe," you replied, your eyes glinting with mischief. "But I'm the one in control tonight."

As you watched him, you could see the conflict playing out in his eyes-the warrior instinct battling against his overwhelming desire. You leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his ear, whispering sweet nothings that only added to his struggle. "Just a little longer," you urged. "I promise it'll be worth it."

He clenched his jaw, the chains rattling softly as he fought against them. " won't last much longer," he warned, the edge of desperation coloring his voice.

"I need you to touch me."

"But that would ruin the fun, wouldn't it?" you teased, your voice dripping with seduction. "I want to see how far you can go before you break."

With every passing moment, the tension escalated, his breathing becoming more erratic as you continued to edge him closer to the brink without giving him any release.

The anticipation hung in the air like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.

"Just... a little more," he gasped, fighting against the chains as if they were the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity. "I swear I'II-"

Before he could finish, you pressed your body against his, just enough to let him feel your warmth without granting him the satisfaction of touch. He gasped, his resolve wavering as the heat between you intensified.

Before he could finish, you pressed your body against his, just enough to let him feel your warmth without granting him the satisfaction of touch. He gasped, his resolve wavering as the heat between you intensified.

"Remember, Logan," you murmured, your lips barely grazing his. "This is all part of the game."

With that, you pulled back, leaving him gasping, the raw need evident in his eyes. You watched as he fought himself, each second dragging out the tension, pushing him closer to the edge. You reveled in the power you held, knowing you could bring him to the brink without ever laying a hand on him.

Hiii, i love how u write for logan and i saw ur requests were open so if it’s okay could i request just some random headcannons for him x reader? like it could be anything..fluff, smut anything😭

thank you 🫶🏾

Fluff Headcanons

1. Protective Instincts: Logan has a strong urge to protect, but with you, it’s even stronger. Whether it’s making sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk or standing a little closer to shield you from the wind, he’s always on high alert.

2. Secret Softie: Logan’s tough exterior is legendary, but you know his softer side. He’ll bring you coffee exactly the way you like it, or wrap you up in his jacket without asking when it’s chilly, pretending it’s “just because it was lying around.”

3. Storytime Snuggles: On quiet nights, Logan loves holding you close and talking about old stories (minus the violent parts), surprising you with his knowledge about history or places he’s been. You’ll fall asleep with his arms around you, listening to his gruff voice turn soft as he speaks.

4. Careful Kisses: Logan is always conscious of his strength and sometimes holds back, but when he gets lost in a kiss, it’s intense. He pulls you in close, his hands on your waist like he’s grounding himself, and when he finally pulls away, his eyes show just how much you mean to him.

Spicy Headcanons

1. Possessive Looks: Logan’s always got a possessive arm slung around you, especially when others are around. He loves showing everyone who you belong to, and if someone dares to flirt, he’ll pull you close and growl under his breath, letting them know exactly where you stand.

2. Surprisingly Gentle: Logan might have a rough exterior, but in private, he’s shockingly gentle. He loves drawing things out, teasing you until you’re breathless, and watching the way you react to his touch.

3. Aftercare King: Logan’s naturally caring, and after any intimate moments, he’s the type to clean you up, wrap you in his shirt, and hold you close. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and rub your back, whispering sweet things until you’re blissfully relaxed.

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request for old man! Logan please: he calls the reader his good girl for the first time in bed & he sees the instant affect it has on her

Good girl🎀

Logan’s voice is a gravelly whisper as he praises you, “You’re such a good girl for me.” The moment the words leave his lips, warmth floods your cheeks, striking a deep chord inside you. Growing up, you were often told you were a “fuck up,” and hearing him say this feels like a revelation.

You freeze for a moment, grappling with the unexpected swell of pride and vulnerability. It’s as if all those years of negativity are being washed away, yet doubt lingers in the back of your mind. Your heart races, but the words feel heavy, and you struggle to accept the affection he’s offering.

Logan’s eyes narrow slightly, picking up on the shift in your expression. “What is it?” he asks, his brow furrowing in concern. “You know you’re mine, right? My good girl.”

You swallow hard, the words tangled in your throat. You feel the familiar sting of inadequacy creeping back in, a voice in your head insisting you don’t deserve this. “I—” you stammer, the truth nearly slipping out, but it falters.

“Hey,” he urges gently, his thumb brushing along your jawline, “I need to hear you say it.”

You shake your head slightly, guilt gnawing at you. “I can’t,” you whisper, the weight of your past suffocating. “I’m just… I’m a fuck up.”

“Listen to me,” he says firmly, tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze. “You’re not a fuck up. You’re strong, you’re brave, and you’ve fought through so much. You’re a damn good girl.”

His words linger in the air, but doubt still holds you captive. “How can you say that?” you reply, voice trembling. “I keep messing things up.”

“Everyone makes mistakes,” he reassures you, his voice steady. “It’s what we do after that counts. You keep pushing through, and that takes courage.”

You look into his eyes, searching for that truth, but the struggle within you feels insurmountable. “I’m trying,” you whisper, feeling a tear threaten to fall. “But it’s hard.”

“Just say it for me, sweetheart,” he presses, voice softening. “You’re my good girl. You need to believe it.”

With a shaky breath, you realize how much you want to embrace those words. “I… I’m your good girl,” you finally manage, the admission barely above a whisper.

“Louder,” he encourages, a warm smile breaking through his serious demeanor. “I want to hear you say it, all right?”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your past lift slightly. “I’m your good girl,” you say, a little louder this time, the words starting to feel more comfortable as they leave your lips.

Logan’s expression brightens, satisfaction washing over him as he pulls you into a firm embrace. “Damn right you are,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “And you always will be.”

“Do you really mean that?” you ask, searching his face for reassurance.

“Of course, I do,” he replies, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You’re everything to me. I’d never say it if I didn’t mean it. You deserve to feel that way, even when you doubt yourself.”

You lean into him, your heart swelling with a mix of relief and affection. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice soft but sincere.

“Always,” he promises, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Now, how about we make sure you never forget it?”

“Okay,” you reply, a smile breaking through your earlier uncertainty. “I’ll try.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Just remember, you’re not a fuck up—you’re my good girl.”

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Hello!

I just read your fluff and Spicy Logan headcannons and I really enjoyed them.

I have a Logan request if you don't mind.

I wanted to know your take on Logan hanging around the homestead one quiet day and reader comes home from running errands around town and she is wearing one of his flannels and Logan just realized it.

Thank you!

Logan didn’t expect today to feel any different than usual—just a quiet, routine day working around the house, a bit of repair here, a little fix there. The afternoon sun was dipping lower, casting a warm glow over the yard, when he heard the crunch of gravel under tires. He glanced up, noticing it was your car pulling into the driveway. He felt that subtle spark he always did when he saw you coming home, but this time, something caught him off guard.

You stepped out, hands full of grocery bags, and he noticed you were wearing one of his flannels. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut—in the best way. The shirt looked loose, almost swallowing you, but it hung on you in this endearing, perfect way that made his chest ache.

You didn’t even seem to realize he was staring as you headed toward the porch. “Hey,” you greeted, balancing the bags, giving him that soft smile he couldn’t get enough of. “Managed to grab everything on the list.”

Logan walked over, still too stunned to speak, his gaze fixed on you. When he finally spoke, his voice came out a little rougher than he intended. “You—uh…that’s mine.” His hand reached out, brushing the flannel’s collar lightly, as if he couldn’t quite believe it was real.

You looked down, then back up at him with a grin. “Oh, this?” you teased. “Well, I thought you wouldn’t mind. I mean…you’ve got, what, ten of these?”

He chuckled, but it sounded more like a breath of disbelief than anything else. “Doesn’t matter. Looks better on you than it ever did on me.”

You looked up, catching the unusual softness in his eyes. His hand stayed at your collar, his thumb grazing your neck just enough to make you shiver. He swallowed hard, looking like he was trying to find the right words.

“Logan?” you murmured, a little surprised by how intense his gaze was.

He took a breath, searching your face with a vulnerability he rarely showed. “Just…didn’t expect it to feel like this. You in my clothes. Feels…like home.” His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin with a gentleness that always surprised you.

“Logan…” you whispered, a little taken aback at how deep his words ran.

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his voice low and soft. “You got no idea what that does to me, darlin’. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

The words hung between you, and in that moment, Logan felt a peace settle over him he hadn’t felt in years. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close.

“Well, in that case…” you whispered back, “…I might need to borrow a few more shirts.”

He chuckled, holding you tighter. “As long as you’re here, take anything you want.”

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Can I request old man glasses wearing Logan & shy girl with a daddy kink (if you don’t mind of course because I really need that to fill a void in my life rn please and thanks) 🥺

It was a quiet Saturday morning, the kind where the world felt wrapped in a blanket of calm, and you found Logan in the kitchen, already making breakfast. His glasses perched on his nose as he flipped through the newspaper, occasionally pausing to flip a pancake. You hovered in the doorway, too shy to announce yourself, content just to watch him in these small, intimate moments. Finally, he noticed you and raised an eyebrow.

“You gonna keep hidin’, or you want some breakfast, darlin’?” he asked with a hint of a smirk.

You shuffled over, playing with the edge of your sweater, and mumbled, “If… if you don’t mind, daddy.” The title slipped out, quiet but sincere, and you felt your cheeks heat up instantly.

Logan’s expression softened, his smirk fading into a small, affectionate smile. “Don’t need to be shy ‘bout that,” he murmured, reaching out to ruffle your hair before handing you a plate. “Go on, eat up.”

As the day went on, you both found yourselves outside, tending to the garden. Logan would pass you tools, occasionally grumbling about weeds, and you’d laugh quietly at his grouchy commentary. When he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, you noticed his glasses sliding down his nose and smiled, reaching over to gently push them back up.

“There,” you said softly, a little embarrassed but determined. “Can’t have you squinting, daddy.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess I’m gettin’ old if I need you to keep me in line,” he teased, but there was warmth in his voice, a softness he saved just for you. “Guess that makes you my helper, huh?”

As the evening settled in, you both sat together on the porch, watching the sunset in comfortable silence. Logan draped a warm blanket over your shoulders, pulling you close against his side as he adjusted his glasses to look out at the stars. You curled up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

After a long pause, you murmured, “Thanks for today, daddy.” It was barely more than a whisper, and it still made you feel bashful, but with Logan, it always felt natural. He just squeezed your shoulder, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet night.

“Anytime, darlin’. Just right here with ya.”

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Love ur writing sm!!! Was wondering if you could do logan x reader pining headcannons? Like how he would be around his crush etc😳😳😳

1. Silent Admiration

Logan isn’t the type to outright say he has a crush, but his eyes give him away. He catches himself staring, quickly looking away when you notice. He might glance over when he thinks you’re focused elsewhere, admiring little things about you—your smile, how you laugh, or how you focus intently on your tasks.

2. Protective but Low-Key

Logan would be extra protective without making it obvious. He’ll place himself between you and potential danger, or throw in a gruff “be careful” anytime you’re heading out. If anyone so much as gives you a hard time, he’s suddenly close by, shooting them a dark look.

3. Acts of Service

Logan would find small ways to make your day easier, even if it’s just bringing you coffee or fixing something that’s broken. He might play it off casually, but he finds satisfaction in knowing he’s done something helpful for you.

4. Light Teasing

His teasing takes on a slightly warmer edge when it’s directed at you. He’d give you a hard time about small things, but he’d make sure his smile or tone gives away that he means no harm. Teasing is his way of testing the waters to see if you’ll playfully tease him back.

5. Awkward Compliments

Logan’s usually pretty smooth, but around his crush, he’s uncharacteristically awkward with compliments. They come out half-formed or gruffly muttered, like, “Ya look good… or whatever.” He’ll clear his throat and change the subject right after, hoping you didn’t catch the blush rising up his neck.

6. Subtle Touches

Physical contact from Logan might be rare, but with his crush, he might linger a bit longer than necessary when helping you up or patting your back. He’s careful not to overstep, but those small touches betray how much he wants to be close.

7. Jealousy He Can’t Hide

Logan isn’t one to act out, but he can’t help the way his jaw clenches when he sees you with someone else. He’d be distant or grumpier than usual afterward, his usual protective instincts flaring up, even though he’d rather not admit it.

8. Extra Effort in His Appearance

Logan’s not a man who spends much time worrying about how he looks, but when he’s got a crush, he might make a bit more of an effort. You might catch him running a hand through his hair or tugging at his shirt, almost as if he’s trying to make sure he looks halfway presentable.

9. Nervous Around You, Smooth Around Others

With everyone else, he’s his usual confident self, but with you, he gets a little quieter, almost shy. He’s not used to feeling nervous, and it throws him off. You might catch him tripping over his words or avoiding eye contact, which is a big tell that you’ve gotten under his skin.

10. Always There When You Need Him

No matter what, Logan’s there for you. If you’re having a bad day, he’s the first to offer a quiet ear, sometimes with no words at all, just his steady presence.

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