hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

imperfect for you

It was the middle of the night, the two of you had gone out for a while now. But you had been waiting on sex because of your intimacy issues. Though eventually you got used to him cuddling you, it always felt good but when you were in anyone's arms the alarm sirens go off your mind. So even though you liked Logan very much, and you know you liked his touch. It was hard to ignore something you brain screamed at you, something that made you panic.

Something that you started working on in therapy, and your therapist had chopped it up to your trauma and OCD. So it was about being graceful but exposing yourself to the uncomfortable feeling. You hated feeling anything that wasn't happy emotions to the point where even just a negative interaction or emotion could put you into a depression. But you were lifting yourself back up every time you fell, never getting to the bottom, not again. The nice thing about being at rock bottom is you can only go up from there.

Then you met Logan, your older neighbor, it seemed like he was in his early 50's, to your knowledge. You instantly had a crush on him, you knew in your past that you liked fictional older men. But the idea of it happening in real life was out of the question before you met boys your age. Yes, boys not men, because just because talk and act like a man doesn't mean they are one.

Logan Howlett?

He was a man, you'd like to say that it was the bare minimum to be a decent guy. But Logan was thoughtful, kind, funny and so charming. Logan was far more than just a decent guy, even when his own walls shot up, he let you stay around. The two of you not saying much, not touching, maybe just watching a show. Eventually, the two of you began to move closer and closer until your shoulders and hands touched. The movie nights growing more frequent, the silence was filled with stories about each other's past, and you got to learn about his daughter, Laura.

One night you were freezing but refused to turn down the ac because you liked it cold. Logan was a walking furnace, his muscular bulky arm moving out behind you. You wondered if he was fresh off a shift as your eyes trailed over the buttons on his shirt. 'C'mere." He whispered, waving his hand that was outstretched at you. You didn't hesitate to scoot over into his arm, his side warm, you don't know why you pressed your nose up to his chest, cuddling into him. But he didn't question it, his hand moving down to pull you in.

You never thought you'd grow so close with someone in such a short amount of time. The two of you started hugging each other more often, or even holding hands. Slowly getting comfortable with physical contact. You'd even kiss his face, or his softly as his neck, trying to tease him. Then he'd dip his head down to meet your gaze, his glimmering hazel eyes, specked in gold flakes and green lagoons. In the right light they seemed more of a chocolate milk color, or his iris's resembled the forest floor that stretched over the surrounding trees, plants, and flowers. Your lips would be so close and you so badly wanted to kiss him, but then you flinch, backing away when he leant forward.

Tears would form in your eyes as your frustration. All you wanted was to be normal for once, be able to experience someone touching you without feeling essentially repulsed. Logan would comfort you, offering his touch but not doing it without your consent. But his sweet words never stopped flowing, not only talking about how beautiful you are but how creative, intelligent, and strong you were. How he'd never met a woman quite like you before making a flimsy joke about his age. You softened as you reached out a hand to put his shoulder, moving your hand back and forth. "You're not too old for me."

"Says who?" He grunted.

"Me." You grinned. This was just the beginning of him of your romantic relationship blossoming.

You'd been working on exposure therapy more and more with your therapist, talking over your fears and trying to find a positive way to look at the situation. You tended only to see black or white in most situations, so you needed some introspection.

Though you still couldn't believe when Logan drunkenly stumbled on your doorstep. He started rambling on about some girl, your attention was drawn to him, your heart beating louder. "So fucking beautiful, means so much to me, so mature and headstrong." He slurred, his drunk figure leaning into the wall, but even drunk as fuck, he was handsome and rugged, and you felt a jealous flush bloom across your cheeks, turning away from him.

"Why don't you sit down." You murmured, shaking your head as you turned away, Logan paused as the only reason why he thinks he could hear you was because of his super hearing. The tips of his ears started to burn as he moved over to a chair in, feeling embarrassed as his behavior and shutting down.

You grabbed a water before turning towards him. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."  Logan's hazel eyes were clearing up as he focused on your mouth, as you frowned.

"About what?"

"Tryin to come on to ya."

"I'd rather it be me rather than anyone else." You replied, walking over to him, his eyes focused on your hips before his jaw clenched, his eyes blinking twice as they went to your breasts. You now realized that Logan hadn't seen you without a bra under your shirt before. The two of you never got to a point like this, you barely knew if he even liked you that way. You know that he liked to spend time with you, he liked your personality, he seemed to like holding you, he never said no when you asked for him to touch you. Whether it was holding you while you did the dishes, talking softly to you or cuddling on the couch together.

But the two of you hadn't kissed yet. It seemed like a fine line drawn in the sand, if you could just come back from kiss, not with Logan anyway. The number of times you were about to kiss were astonishing, staring at his plump lips, imaging your lips against him. But when you didn't move in neither did, he, both of you far too nervous to do anything.

"What?" You breathed, your eyes flickering back and forth from his  gaze was intense, his eyes coming to half-lidded as he looked into your eyes.

"I didn't say anything." His voice started sobering up, as he started sitting up in his hair as you stepped towards him.

"You don't have to, your looking at me." You sighed, your eyes scanning his face your hand reaching out to caress his beard. Logan leaned into your hand, before turning his face so he could kiss your hand. His hand reaching out for your waist before slipping down to the flesh at your hips. You breathed out shakily as he pulls you into him.

"This okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, Lo." You whispered, your other hand coming to rest on his shoulders.

"You are so beautiful." His deep voice rumbled in your ears, as you stepped closer, his hands moving with you before you started climbing on to his lap. Logan's hands lifting you up by your hips and tugging you onto his thighs. His hand comes up to your face, combing back your hair, as he dipped his chin. Your hand ran down up and down his jaw.

Logan's hand started crawling up your ribcage, the sensation making the corner of your eyes crinkle, as he unknowingly tickled you. "Your ticklish?" His voice husked as he leant into your ear, his fingers wiggling against your rib and sides, making your head tilt back in guttural laughter. When you lifted your head back up, Logan's face was closer to yours, a wide grin plastered on his face as he watched you. For so long Logan's cheeks looked pale, like he was almost sick, probably from how much he had been drinking. But now he had color back in his cheeks and life back into his eyes.

You down to connect your lips in a soft kiss, his beard scratching against your upper lip. Logan's lips were wet as they slotted against yours, the taste of whiskey on his mouth as his arms moved to wrap around your waist and pull you into him. "Wait-are you still?"

"No baby, sober." Logan murmured, his beard going to rub at your jaw as his nose skims your skin. You felt a shaky breath from your chest as you leant down to connect your lips in another kiss. "could kiss you forever." you blushed, leaning back in his arms, your hands coming to his face as you lips met the side of his neck.

note: not the clear sabrina reference, supposed to a small blurb but i got carried away i haven't written all day - god old logan makes me fucking throb and i fucking love eternal sunshine