hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

You have the biggest crush on Logan

Logan couldn't explain his feelings for you.

You were patient with him, and he slowly learned about your past, about your quirks, your blabbering, your views on romance and what you want for your future. He didn't know why when you spoke about the future, he pictured you by his side. You spoke about your hobbies, so whenever he saw you doing them, he found joy watching you do something you're so passionate about.

It would be fleeting touches, times where he didn't even mean to, but you never moved, always leaning into his touch or hovering very close. Then you'd flashed your eyes up to him and your eyes would widen before you moved away, then preceded to cautiously avoid even making eye contact with him.

You couldn't help the slight crack in your voice as Logan cracked a joke, something that wasn't really even that funny but because he said something to you, you are just so full of joy, you don't know what to but to uncontrollably laugh.

It would constantly be daydreaming about him, and him knowing about your feelings because just obvious cues. The way your heartbeat picked up, when your eyes connected, or when he spoke to you.

There was one day, when you had the weirdest interaction, but you couldn't stop thinking about it. You were pestering him as he was trying to smoke a cigar out on the porch. Logan acted like he didn't like your rambling, but he loved hearing you talk. Then he started picking on you, making you feel a flush on your cheeks

"I hate you," You teased.

"You love me," He responded.

"I do." You breathed, before staring up at Logan completely embarrassment at the words that came out of your mouth. He didn't say anything to you, just lifting an eyebrow before puffing on his cigar. "I'm gonna go to bed."

"Night sweetheart." He mumbled around his roll of tobacco between his lips, the smoke bellowing up into the night air.

Then the two of you also fought like wolves, well you meant fucked like wolves. You found him kissing Jean, you were completely heartbroken, and you felt like a fucking idiot. You wouldn't ever tell him about your feelings now, you rather drown in your own self-pity than risk the embarrassment of rejection.