"Give em' hell for us baby," you smiled, blowing him a kiss
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The Wolverine isn't gay.
Y/N most definitely is. Now what happens when two opposite forces collide?
[mlm BL]
[smut violence smoking swearing etc.]
[started September 26]
[finished Oct...
I'm not angry anymore. Well, sometimes I am. I don't think badly of you. Well, sometimes I do. - Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore, Paramore
You'd been avoiding Logan for a week, not quite ready to forgive him yet. It was getting hard to dodge him now though, the Wolverine determined to win your trust back. He stayed on the couch, but everyday you'd find chocolate or a new pair of shoes on your bed. You took the gifts, but remained stoic to his pleas.
One day you and Wade were laying on his bed, chatting while you scrapbooked. Your hand was still in a cast, and you had to rest it a certain way.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Wade watched curiously as you opened the door. Logan stood there with flowers, a hopeful smile on his face. You rolled your eyes, slamming the door in his face. Wade raised an eyebrow.
"Don't ya think you're being a bit harsh on the poor bastard?" He asked. You sighed, running your good hand through your hair.
"I know, he's trying so hard. I just... I don't know if I can forget," you whispered, looking down at the cast.
"You can forgive without forgetting. Believe me, I'm a master in the art of fucking up", he chuckled. You grin at him.
"Alright, I guess you're right," you'd made your decision.
You opened the door, but Logan was gone. You scanned the hallway, seeing him walking solemnly down the hall, his head hung low, flowers squashed in his tight grip.
"Logan!" You called after him. He perked up, turning around. You ran to him, swallowing your fear as you stood before him.
"I forgive you," you said, looking up at him. You watched as days of stress, worry and guilt leave his body in an instant, light returning to his eyes.he winced, offering you the smushed flowers, and you giggled, standing on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips. He blushed, his hand resting on your waist.
"Dinner tonight?" He asks, flashing his sharp canine teeth.
"Of course," you smile, kissing him one more time.
Sorry for the short chapter, next part will be smut.
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