Lᴜsᴜs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀᴇ. Wᴏʟᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. Lᴏɢᴀɴ

A/N: This is both fluffy and spicy.

Location: Logan's apartment/ work office

Plot: Based off of the 2001
movie 'Someone like you',
You had been broken up
with by your boyfriend
and your roommate; a
playboy helps you see
that men are not all that
bad and shows you what
love really is.
—
You were so excited the day you met him, Scott Summers. A hot new coworker of yours.

His face was beautiful, the way he spoke to you. Everything about him pulled you in. He was everything to you.

How he would call you late at night and ask if you would want to go on a walk with him.

How you two would go out to lunch together and crack stupid jokes, laughing at everything around the both of you.

But your relationship with him was more complicated and deeper.

Scott was dating a woman for three years known as 'J'. He never told you her name, but Scott was very insistent that the relationship was failing between him and her.

But that wasn't just it, it wasn't just the fact Scott had a girlfriend. It was the fact you knew he did and you were still screwing him.

"Fuck, Scott!" You moaned out, throwing your head back.

Scott held you close, his hands on your waist as he was leaned down against you; kissing up your neck with your legs wrapped around his hips.

You two made a mess every time. You did it anywhere around your apartment without any hesitation. Scott was a man, thee man.

Your man.

But was he really? Only after six months of you two, he was telling you he loved you.

Until it came time for you two to move in together and him to leave his girlfriend.

Once he broke up with her, Scott changed. He was picky about everything, and he made it clear about his second thoughts. You could tell he wasn't as certain as he was all those weeks ago.

Then you were sat in front of him.

"(Y/N)...I can't do this."

"Uhuh...and what is..this?"

"This. Us. I can't do it."

He looked you in your eyes, seeing the tears brimming.

He tried to apologize to you, saying he understood it must've hurt.

But you couldn't look him in the eyes, even after that when he tried to talk to you.

Right in front of him, you asked Logan; a coworker of yours if you could be his roommate since he had been looking for one.

Logan was the definition of a playboy. He didn't care for love, that wasn't his thing. Logan liked fucking a woman and then leaving her for some stupid reason later on.

Commitment wasn't something you could ever expect from him.

Now you were standing in the middle of his apartment with your bags in hand.

"Holy shit this place is huge."

"Yeah my ex-girlfriend found it." He said, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer.

You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"You had a girlfriend?"

"Yes. I did."

"What happened?"

"Just wasn't working." He said nonchalantly, shutting the fridge behind him and popping open the beer cap before taking a swig.