logan howlett imagines/short stories

logan can't sleep without you

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logan had spent the first hour lying still, one arm thrown over his face, trying to block out the dim light filtering in from the window. he'd turned over a few times, each time expecting to feel you beside him, your steady breathing lulling him to sleep, but the space was empty. cold.

he grumbled to himself, shifting his body again, tossing the blanket off because suddenly it felt too hot. you weren't gone for long. just out of town for a few days, something you had to take care of. you'd kissed him before you left, told him not to worry. he didn't. not in the way you probably thought, anyway.

but this... this wasn't normal. he could feel the fatigue in his bones, weighing down on him like gravity, but sleep just wouldn't come. his mind kept wandering back to the same thought. you. where you were, what you were doing. it wasn't that he doubted you could handle yourself. hell, you were tougher than most people he knew. it wasn't even that.

it was the goddamn silence. the empty space next to him where you should've been. it was all wrong.

logan rolled over again, eyes squeezing shut as if forcing them closed would somehow drag him into sleep. his body ached from the day's work, muscles heavy and begging for rest, but his mind refused to follow. his thoughts were too loud, too restless. he'd grown too used to your presence beside him. too used to the way your fingers would brush against his skin unconsciously in the middle of the night, grounding him in that quiet way only you could.

he opened his eyes again, staring at the ceiling. "this is ridiculous," he muttered to himself, voice low and rough.

another hour passed with no sleep in sight, and his frustration was only growing. he shifted again, flipping onto his side and glaring at the empty space where you'd normally be curled up against him.

the sound of the front door unlocking made him sit up quickly, heart kicking up a beat, though he'd never admit it. he listened as your footsteps padded softly into the room, and there you were - finally. you smiled at him, a bit tired but happy to be home.

"hey," you whispered, setting your bag down quietly. "didn't mean to wake you."

"you didn't," logan muttered, voice rougher than usual. he tried to play it cool, but he was already moving over, making space for you in the bed, his eyes glued to your every movement. "couldn't sleep."

you paused, giving him a curious look. "couldn't sleep?" you repeated, pulling off your jacket and slipping into bed beside him.

logan huffed. "don't make a thing outta it," he grumbled, but the second you were close enough, he wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you against his chest. "just... missed you, is all."

you couldn't help but smile at how gruff he sounded, the way his words were soft despite the grumbling. "i missed you too," you whispered, snuggling into him. you could feel how tightly he was holding onto you, something protective in the way his body curled around yours.

"yeah, well... don't leave again," he muttered, his hand coming up to brush the hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. he pressed a kiss to your temple, a little grumpy but undeniably affectionate.

"you got all needy without me, huh?" you teased lightly, expecting him to grumble back, but instead, he just pulled you closer, his face buried in your hair.

"maybe," he mumbled against your skin, his voice barely above a whisper.

your heart softened at his admission. it wasn't like him to need anyone, let alone admit it, but there he was, holding onto you like you were the only thing that could give him peace.

you smiled into the darkness, your fingers tracing small circles on his arm. "i'm not going anywhere."

logan didn't say anything else, just pressed his face closer to your neck, breathing you in, like that alone was enough to finally let him relax. within minutes, his breathing slowed, his grip around you loosening slightly as sleep finally took over.

you stayed like that, wrapped up in his warmth, his usual tough exterior softened just for you. and as you drifted off, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that despite all his grumbling, despite how hard he tried to hide it, he needed you as much as you needed him.