hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

Logan is the groundskeeper, and you like to watch him work

you weren't supposed to be doing this, you think your dad would kill you if he saw you fawning over an older man. But Logan always liked to work shirtless, he never did the lawn mowing when it was cool, it always seemed like he waited for the hottest point of the day. Because his chest was covered in his sweat and dirt and his jeans today went a little low. you breathed heavily while watching him, the way he moves, the huffs of breaths he had to take while wiping off his forehead.

when he turned his head towards you, you shot right up, trying not to seem like you were staring, going towards the kitchen to make lemonade for him. your hands practically shaking as you couldn't get Logan's face out of your head. He was so roaringly handsome, you just wanted to pummel him with your body. you froze as you heard the door slide open, the sound of Logan taking his shoes off before stepping inside. You turned to look at him to see him, brushing his hair away from his face.

"Hey Y/n." His rough timber voice filling your ears, as he offered you a lop-sided smile, the apple of his cheeks lifting, and his hand came down to readjust the waist band of his pants. It was very difficult to make eye contact with anything but his abs or v-line. You almost wondered if he poured oil over his chest and abdomen to make it glisten, the way his abs moved as he took deep breathes, and now you were realizing you were staring like an idiot.

You couldn't stop objectifying this poor man.

"I-I made some lemonade."

"That sounds delicious." He hummed, as he came over to the counter as you shakily started pouring the lemonade, some of the liquid fall out of the glass. Logan's arm came forward, his hand wrapping around yours to steady it. "Feelin' nervous hon?"

"Uh-what? No." You laughed, as his warm hand was firm on your hand, he didn't let your hand go until you set the glass back on the table. You turned towards him; your cheeks flushed as you glanced up at him. Cocking his head to the side with a soft smile but your heart sink, as your eyes went to the sweat on his sculpted and strong shoulders. "Do-do you need a towel?"

"A towel?"

"For-for the sweat." You breathed, mentally hitting yourself because you couldn't stop stuttering.

"Sure." He nodded as you picked up the glass of lemonade and handed it to him. Then you quickly turned on your heel to dash down the hall for a towel.

When you got back, he was leaning against the counter, still completely shirtless, the lemonade almost empty as he moved the glass down and licked his lips. That's when you noticed his dark green eyes, scanning your body before he looked back up into your eyes, a playful glint in his eye, but feigning seriousness from the light furrow in his brow.

"Thanks for being so generous."

"It's really nothing." You assured, handing him the towel as he set down his glass.

"No really, you didn't have to make the lemonade or get the towel." His voice trailed as he started stepping towards you, your eyes catching his legs in your vision as you finally looked up at him. As your eyes went to his lips, your breath deepened before fliting up to his eyes. "But I don't just think you're being sweet, are you?"

"I-I don't know-."

"Though I bet you are awfully sweet, huh?" His voice deepened as his lowered his voice, his head drooping close to the side of your neck just above your ear, he was taller than you so he could just dip down and whisper into your ear, and that he did. "But the way you look at me, certainly something sweet."

Jesus, he was going to be the death of you.

ps. i already want to do a part 2 lmao